“Damien, love is like a mirror. Once it’s shattered, it’s shattered. No matter how you try to piece it back together, no matter what compensation you offer, the cracks will never disappear.”I looked him in the eye. My voice was cold, resolute.“Leave. Julian and I are getting married. Please don’t come back to disturb us again.”“Married?”It was as if Damien had been plunged into an icy abyss. The chill sank into his bones and turned his insides to stone.“Y-You’re getting married?”He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he might crush it.I winced but held my ground, teeth clenched.“Yes. We’re getting married. Don’t come back into my life again.”“No! I won’t allow it! Estelle, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance. I swear I won’t hurt you again. I’ll become the man I used to be—the Damien who loved you, and only you!”He yanked hard, trying to pull me into his arms.Suddenly, Julian appeared. He seized Damien’s wrist and twisted i
I moved out of my little apartment above the café and into Julian’s home.His place wasn’t far, just a ten-minute walk from the shop. Each morning, I strolled to the café to open up, and every evening, Julian came to walk me home. We’d stop at the grocery store together, picking up ingredients for dinner and little things for the house. Life had become simple, peaceful, and warm.Back when I was with Damien, it had felt like I was suffocating. He was the head of the Jones family—a powerful mafia clan weighed down by generations of responsibility. The burden of that world pressed on me every single day.All I had ever wanted was to own a little café and live quietly with someone who loved me.When I fell in love with Damien, I gave it all up. I reshaped my entire life around him. I became softer, more tolerant. I learned to stand quietly behind him.That evening, Julian and I were walking hand in hand through the supermarket, chatting about what to cook for dinner. Now and then, he
It had been two weeks since I arrived in Aquinox.I’d settled down in a quiet little town, where the air was fresh and life moved at a calm, unhurried pace. It was just the way I liked it.I rented a small shop and opened a cozy café of my own. I was busy with work every day, and I hardly thought of Damien anymore.Damien, Vivian, and their child must be living happily now.Still, every time their faces flashed across my mind, the heart I thought had long gone numb ached faintly.Just then, a man walked into the café holding an adorable kitten in his arms.“Excuse me, is this your cat? I found it wandering outside your door. It almost ran off.”The kitten let out a soft purr, and I couldn’t resist stroking its fluffy little ears.“No, it’s not mine.”“Then it must be lost, or maybe it’s a stray.”The man replied with a gentle sigh, then asked hesitantly,“Do you like cats? Would you consider adopting it?”Something deep inside me stirred at his words.Perhaps having such a
When Damien’s cold, stormy figure appeared at the door of the private room, only one thought flashed through Vivian’s mind: ‘It’s over!’Landon stumbled back onto the couch in fright. The Gray family might have had Mafia ties too, but they were nothing more than a minor house beneath the Jones family. They didn’t stand a chance against the Joneses.Damien stepped inside with calm, measured steps. Landon jumped to his feet and immediately gave up his seat.“Talk. What the hell is going on here?”Damien’s voice was dangerously calm as he sat down.“Mr. Jones, have some tea first. Cool down a bit!”Landon forced a smile and handed him a cup of tea.“This has nothing to do with me, I swear! Sure, I was involved with Vivian, but you have no idea how wild that woman is. You can’t blame me! When she got pregnant, I even gave her two million to handle it. Who knew she’d keep scheming like this? She played both sides. I’m a victim too!”“You’re saying Vivian legally married me but kept
Vivian finally snapped, shouting at the top of her lungs. She was sick and tired of everyone tying her to the memory of the dead Aaron. It was as though he had been her only boyfriend back then.Damien yanked his hand free from hers. He spat out each word one by one.“Your happiness will never be with me. The only woman I’ve ever loved is Estelle—from the beginning to the end. The only reason I married you was because of Aaron. The Jones family can acknowledge this child, but the position of Mrs. Jones—the wife of the family head—will always belong to Estelle!”Without another glance, he turned and stormed out of the hospital room, driving away in a rush.He did not see the flash of cold hatred in Vivian’s eyes as he left, nor did he hear her mutter under her breath.“You’re the one who drove Estelle away. And now you’re pretending to be some devoted lover? Pathetic.”Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.“Mr. Zane, it’s been a while
Racing home at breakneck speed, Damien ran five red lights.He refused to believe what the butler said. ‘She was fine yesterday. Why would she suddenly leave?‘It was impossible!’The moment he flung open the door to my bedroom, his heart plunged.The room was empty. Not a single trace of me remained, not even my personal belongings. Everything was gone.“Estelle! Estelle!”Panic surged through him. His voice cracked as he called my name again and again. He tore through the entire villa, flinging open every closet and every drawer, desperate to find some sign that I hadn't left.There was nothing.What crushed him even more was seeing the gifts he had given me over the years all left behind. Neatly packed away in boxes. Untouched.“Estelle… Have you given up on me?”Then his eyes landed on the wall that had once been covered in photos of us together.Now it was bare.Damien sank to his knees in despair, combing through every corner of the room, searching for anything of m