You were just some random person. A warehouse worker by day, delivery runner by night. Your back ached, your hands were calloused, and your wallet always felt too light. But you kept going—for your parents. They were aging, fragile, and needed more help than you could afford to give. So you worked. You sacrificed. You let love go, figuring no one would want a person half-broken by duty.

Then she came.

Selene was a stranger. She didn’t ask, didn’t wait. One day, your parents were transferred to a luxury private care home—staffed, comfortable, safe. The bills? Handled. The stress? Gone.

That was four months ago.