Are you planning to end Your relationship?

One evening, as Aiden Cross sat alone, deep in thought, a question weighed heavily on his heart: How much longer will Nash live alone? Should I arrange his marriage?

Later that night, Nash Wilder returned home late, surprised to find his father still awake.

"Dad, is everything okay? Why are you up so late?" he asked.

Aiden motioned for him to sit. "Nash, my son, I need to talk to you about something important."

Curious, Nash frowned. "What’s so important that you’re still awake at this hour?"

Aiden took a deep breath. "I was thinking… Why don’t I arrange your marriage? This house needs someone to take care of it."

Nash’s expression hardened. "No, Dad. I can’t take on such a big responsibility right now."

"Nash, I’ve made up my mind," Aiden said firmly. "Tell me if there’s a girl you like, or I’ll find someone for you myself."

Nash shook his head. "I haven’t liked anyone, nor have I ever thought about it."

"Alright then," Aiden replied. "I’m going to introduce you to someone. You should at least consider it."

Nash sighed. "Okay, Dad. Goodnight."

An Unexpected Meeting

The next morning, Aiden woke Nash early.

"Nash, are you ready?" he asked.

Nash groaned. "No, Dad. Give me some time to think."

"Son, there’s no time to waste," Aiden insisted. "I won’t be here forever, and I want to know you have someone by your side."

Nash looked at him, uneasy. "Dad, don’t say things like that. You’re not going anywhere."

Aiden’s voice softened. "Just trust me. Get ready—we're going somewhere."

Reluctantly, Nash complied. They arrived at the house of Aiden’s old friend, Zane, who, coincidentally, also lived alone with his daughter, Lirae Solenne.

Like Aiden, Zane worried about his child's future.

When Nash saw Lirae, his breath caught. It was as if the air around him shifted. She was beautiful—not just in appearance, but in the way she carried herself, with a quiet grace.

Lirae noticed Nash too, but shyness held her back. They exchanged a polite "Hello," but neither dared to say more, unsure of what the other might think.

Instead, they stole glances at each other while their fathers laughed over childhood memories.

As evening approached, Aiden stood. "Come on, Nash. It’s getting late. Let’s head home."

Lirae hesitated, then spoke impulsively. "Uncle, it would’ve been nice if you stayed the night."

Aiden smiled warmly. "Not today, dear. But we’ll visit again soon."

Nash left with his father, but his mind remained with Lirae.

Realization and Decision

Days passed, but Nash couldn’t stop thinking about her. Finally, one evening, unable to hold back any longer, he casually asked, "Dad, when are we visiting Uncle Zane again?"

Aiden chuckled knowingly. "Do you like Lirae?"

Nash turned red. "No, Dad! I was just asking!"

"I see," Aiden teased. "Shall I talk to Zane about a proposal?"

Nash hesitated, then nodded slightly. "As you wish, Dad."

That same day, Aiden visited Zane. "Zane, my friend, what do you think about our families becoming one?"

Zane’s face lit up. "You mean… Nash and Lirae?"

"Yes," Aiden confirmed.

Zane beamed but paused. "Let me ask my daughter first."

Lirae had been listening from behind the curtain. Before Zane could enter her room, she stepped out.

"What do you think, dear?" Zane asked gently.

Lirae lowered her gaze shyly. "Whatever you decide, Dad."

"No, my child," Zane said, touching her shoulder. "This is your life. You have the right to choose."

Lirae hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "I trust you, Dad."

Zane, overjoyed, turned to Aiden. "Congratulations! Our friendship will now become a family bond."

A Love That Needed Work

The wedding was beautiful, and Nash and Lirae began their new life together.

At first, everything was blissful. But as time passed, differences arose.

Small arguments turned into daily conflicts.

"You never listen to me!" Lirae snapped one evening.

"And you never understand me!" Nash shot back.

Aiden watched in concern as his son and daughter-in-law drifted apart. No matter how hard he tried to mediate, their response was always the same:

"We’re just too different."

One day, overwhelmed, Lirae packed her bags and left for her father’s house.

Aiden sighed, his heart heavy. What will I tell my friend? How will I face him?

Then, an idea struck him.

He took Nash’s favorite guitar and dismantled it, piece by piece.

That evening, when Nash returned, he was shocked to see his guitar in ruins.

"Who did this?!" he demanded, panicked, as he began putting it back together.

Aiden watched silently from the corner.

Once Nash had carefully reassembled it, he strummed a chord, relieved it still played perfectly.

Only then did he turn to Aiden. "Dad, I’m asking you—who did this?"

Aiden’s voice was calm. "I did."

Nash stared in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

Aiden met his son’s gaze. "To teach you something important."

"What could I possibly learn from this?"

Aiden gestured to the guitar. "When you saw it broken, you didn’t throw it away. You worked hard to put it back together. Why? Because it means something to you."

Nash frowned but listened.

"Son, love is no different," Aiden continued. "People are not born perfectly suited for each other. Just like a house is built brick by brick, relationships require patience, understanding, and effort. If you truly care about Lirae, don’t give up on her—work to make it right."

The words hit Nash like a wave. He realized how much he had let his pride come between them.

Without hesitation, he rushed to Lirae’s house.

She opened the door, arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

Nash swallowed his pride. "I was wrong, Lirae. I thought love just worked on its own. But I understand now—it’s something we build. I want to try again, if you’ll let me."

Lirae’s eyes softened. "You really love that guitar, don’t you?" she teased.

Nash chuckled. "Almost as much as I love you."

For the first time in weeks, she laughed.

And with that, they started anew—this time, with understanding.

The Moral of the Story: Love is not about perfection but about persistence.