Kane let go of me, the wild torment in his eyes dimming—just a flicker of clarity breaking through the storm.“Julia… do you really not remember me?” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable. “It’s me. I’m Kane.” He took a shaky breath. “The one you loved most. It was always me.”I curled deeper into the corner of the seat, my body trembling, my mind foggy.“Kane…?” I mumbled, confusion swimming through my half-conscious state. “I… I don’t remember. Where’s Aron?”He froze.Like I’d just carved the words into his chest with a blade. For a long moment, he didn’t move. And then I saw it—the understanding settle in. The heartbreaking realization that I was gone from him… for good.Kane knelt beside me and carefully wrapped my coat tighter around my shoulders, his hands trembling.“I hurt you once,” he whispered. “I won’t do it again.”He stood, walked to the driver’s seat, and started the engine. His voice was so low, I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or trying to convince himself.“As l
The food on the plate used to be my favorite. Now it tasted like ash—dry, flavorless, and impossible to swallow.He sat across from me, his voice soft, hesitant. “Is it not to your liking? I can take you somewhere else…”“There’s no need,” I said coolly, glancing out the window. “You said this would be our final meeting, so say what you need to say—and let’s part ways, clean and simple.”His expression froze for a split second. “Julia… don’t you remember what we had? Everything we’ve been through?”I gave a tired smile, one that didn’t reach my eyes. “I stepped down a long time ago, Kane. You and your picture-perfect little family seem to be doing just fine.”“That child… isn’t mine.” His voice cracked. “I never wanted any child…unless it was from you.”He looked at me like he still had a shot—like one look from him might undo all the pain, the betrayal, the months of silence. But I wasn’t that girl anymore.I checked the time. “If you’re not going to speak, I’m leaving.”He inhaled sh
“You’re back?”Jennifer was already waiting in the living room, flipping through the Silverclaw Clan’s annual report like it meant nothing. She looked up when the door opened, calm as ever, though a flicker of anticipation danced in her eyes.Her gaze slid past Kane.“Where’s Julia?” she asked, already frowning at the empty space behind him.The bruising along Kane’s jaw hadn’t faded. His voice was hoarse, low and raw like something cracked deep inside him.“She’s not coming back.”Jennifer froze mid-motion. Her eyes narrowed, finally noticing the injury on his face. She didn’t ask how it happened—she already knew.“Here,” Kane muttered, reaching into his coat pocket. He opened his palm, revealing the pendant. Julia’s pendant.Jennifer took it silently, her expression unreadable. Then she spoke, voice even and cold.“Lilian’s been dealt with. She's under supervision.”A pause.“But her little stunt reminded me of something,” she added, tone softening. “Julia left because the bond betwe
Kane stood in front of me, unmoving—like he had all the time in the world for my fury to burn out. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, like he found my anger... amusing.“How many times do I have to say it?” I hissed. “We’re done. Over. Finished.”My voice cut through the silence like glass shattering. “You think lurking outside my shop every damn day is going to win me back? News flash, Kane—you’re not romantic. You’re a walking red flag.”His reply came quiet, unbothered. “I’m not chasing anyone else. I never have. From the beginning, it’s only ever been you.”And for a second—just a breath—I hesitated.Because he wasn’t lying. Not in the beginning, anyway. When Kane wanted me, he didn’t bring flowers or whisper sweet nothings. He just showed up. Every day. Standing next to me like a silent shield, scaring off anyone who came close. He’d look at me with that smug, stubborn face like, I’m not wrong for wanting you.Back then, I thought it was love. I thought it was devotio
“Julia, look at me.” His voice came from behind—soft, hesitant.I didn’t turn around. Didn’t slow my steps. I walked straight into the shop, pretending he didn’t exist.“Just hear me out. Please,” he followed close behind.I kept going, heading straight to the counter. My silence was deliberate.He stopped, lingering a few feet away like he was scared to get closer. For a long beat, he didn’t say a word. Then—“You once told me,” he started, voice low, “that all you ever wanted was a simple life.”I stayed quiet, but something in me clenched.“That year,” he continued, “you curled up against me and said your dream was to open a little café... spend your life with the one you loved. No drama. No chaos. Just peace.”“I remember telling you I’d give you that life. No matter what it looked like, I’d be there with you.”I refused to look at him. My hands busied themselves with nothing, just to avoid breaking.“Then everything changed. You changed. You molded yourself into what the Rockclaw
“Aron, what are we having for dinner tonight?” I asked, brushing my fingers through a bag of coffee beans, pretending like everything was normal.He walked beside me, pushing the grocery cart with an easy smile. “Anything you want, Jules.”His calm voice grounded me, a rare peace threading through the chaos in my chest.We exited the store with arms full of bags. I reached to take a few from him, but Aron chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “You don’t need to carry anything,” he whispered. “Just hold my hand.”But before my fingers could curl around his, a rough grip yanked my hand away, and I was pulled into an all-too-familiar chest.My heart dropped.Kane.His scent wrapped around me like a memory I didn’t want—warm and wild, yet suffocating now.I jerked back, panic surging. “Let me go!” I hissed, shoving at his arms. But his grip was iron, and his eyes were furious.“Julia,” he snapped, voice low and trembling with rage, “How the hell can you let another ma