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Zoey stood in the kitchen, her eyes scanning every single tray like her life depended on it. Nothing could be wrong. Not tonight. Not when everything had to be perfect.

She moved between the staff, fixing small details no one else would even notice. “No, the napkins go with the silverware,” she said, her voice calm but firm, even though exhaustion was creeping into her bones. “Not on the side. Keep everything clean and consistent. If one table looks off, it ruins the whole setup.”

This party wasn’t just another event. It was the event. The Alcantara end-of-year celebration. The one Caleb’s late mother used to host with pride. And now? Now it was Zoey holding everything together, making sure the tradition stayed alive like it actually meant something.

Even if no one ever thanked her for it.

“Mrs. Alcantara…” a maid said softly, stepping closer like she was afraid to interrupt. “Mr. Caleb asked if you could personally handle the flower arrangements. He said they need to match the governor’s daughter’s dress.”

Zoey’s hands stilled for just a second. “The governor’s daughter?” she repeated slowly, something sharp flickering in her chest.

“Yes, ma’am. She’ll be attending tonight.”

Zoey frowned slightly, confusion settling in. The governor’s daughter? At this party? That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t random.

But she pushed it down, forcing herself to stay focused. “I’ll take care of it,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

Before she could think more about it, Caleb walked in.

Just like that, the entire room shifted.

His presence was heavy, commanding, like he owned not just the space but the air everyone was breathing. He didn’t even have to try.

“Zoey, the flowers need to be flawless,” he said, his voice flat, straight to the point, like she was just another staff member.

Her chest tightened, but she kept her tone steady. “They will be.”

“Good.”

That was it. No thank you. No acknowledgment. Nothing.

He turned like he was already done with her.

“Caleb.”

He paused, but didn’t turn fully.

Zoey hesitated for a second, then spoke anyway. “Is there something special about tonight?” she asked carefully. “You seem… more invested than usual.”

There was a pause. A weird one.

Then he shrugged like it meant nothing. “It’s the end of the year. Don’t overthink it.”

And then he left. Just like that.

Leaving her standing there with a bad feeling she couldn’t shake.

Hours later, everything was perfect.

Zoey made sure of it herself.

She arranged the flowers one by one, her fingers brushing over deep red roses and soft ivory lilies, placing them carefully in crystal vases until they looked unreal. Like something out of a dream.

The dining room sparkled under the chandelier, every plate aligned, every glass shining. It was flawless.

And still… something felt wrong.

The mention of the governor’s daughter wouldn’t leave her mind.

Caleb’s attitude. The pressure. The way everything felt… too intentional.

“Mrs. Alcantara, the guests have started arriving.”

Zoey blinked, snapping back to reality. “I’m coming.”

She smoothed her navy-blue dress, her fingers lingering for a second. It wasn’t new. It wasn’t flashy. But it fit her perfectly.

For once… she just didn’t want to feel invisible.

The moment she stepped into the foyer, the noise hit her. Laughter, soft music, voices blending together.

Zoey smiled instantly. Perfect. Polished. Controlled.

She greeted guests one by one, her voice warm, her movements graceful. Anyone watching would think she had everything under control.

But inside? Her thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.

And then suddenly… the energy in the room shifted.

It got louder. Brighter. Like something important just walked in.

Zoey turned.

And saw her.

Linda Hestrel.

The governor’s daughter.

She walked in like she belonged there, like the entire room was hers. Her emerald dress hugged her body perfectly, shimmering under the lights, every step confident, effortless.

Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous.

“Caleb!”

Her voice was soft but carried across the entire room.

Zoey’s eyes moved to Caleb instantly.

And what she saw made her stomach drop.

He was smiling.

Not that cold, polite smile he gave everyone else.

No. This one was real. Warm. Almost… soft.

“Linda,” he said, walking straight to her, taking her hand without hesitation. “You look stunning.”

Zoey froze where she stood.

That tone.

He had never spoken to her like that. Not once.

She watched them, her chest tightening painfully. The way Linda leaned into him. The way his eyes stayed on her like nothing else mattered.

Like Zoey didn’t exist.

“Everyone, please gather around.”

Caleb’s voice cut through the room, loud and confident.

Zoey felt her heart start pounding as people moved closer. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it.

Caleb raised his glass, smiling like he had everything exactly how he wanted it.

“Today, I want to share some good news,” he said, his voice smooth, almost too warm. “Linda and I will be getting married in a month.”

Everything inside Zoey went silent.

Married?

The word echoed in her head like it didn’t make sense.

Around her, people started clapping, smiling, congratulating. Like this was normal. Like this wasn’t destroying her life in front of everyone.

She looked at Caleb, searching his face for anything. A sign this was a joke. A mistake.

He didn’t even look at her.

“Caleb.”

Her voice cut through the noise, sharper than she expected. “Can I speak with you?”

He frowned slightly but nodded, leading her away from the crowd.

The second they were alone, Zoey turned to him, her chest rising fast. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice low but shaking. “You’re marrying someone else?”

Caleb didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

Just like that. Like it meant nothing.

Zoey stared at him, her heart pounding painfully. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” he said calmly. “I’m going to marry Linda.”

Her throat tightened. “And what about me?”

Caleb sighed, like she was being difficult. “Zoey… this isn’t working. I’m done with this marriage.”

The words hit harder than anything else.

Done.

“So you’re just leaving me?” she asked, her voice breaking despite her trying to hold it together.

“I’m choosing someone else,” he corrected, his tone cold. “Linda is a better match. For me. For the family.”

Zoey felt something inside her crack. “I’m your wife, Caleb,” she said, her voice shaking with anger now. “You don’t just replace me like I’m nothing.”

His eyes hardened. “Feelings don’t matter here. This is about the future. About power. About what benefits me.”

“And me?” she shot back. “What about everything I’ve done? Everything I gave up for you?”

Caleb let out a short, cold laugh. “Zoey, be realistic. You came into this family with nothing. If it wasn’t for my father, you wouldn’t even be here.”

That hit deep. Too deep.

Zoey went still, her chest tight, her eyes burning.

“I see,” she whispered. “So that’s how you’ve always seen me.”

Caleb ran a hand through his hair, already looking annoyed. “I don’t have time for this.”

She looked at him, really looked this time. And something inside her… shifted. Broke. Hardened.

“You don’t get to do this,” she said, her voice low, dangerous now. “You don’t get to throw me away and act like I’ll just stay quiet.”

Caleb’s gaze darkened slightly. “I’m not throwing you away,” he said. “You can stay here. In the house. You’ll be taken care of.”

Zoey blinked. “Stay?”

He nodded, like he was offering her something generous. “You have nowhere else to go, Zoey. Let’s be honest. This is still your best option. Just… stay out of the way and don’t cause problems.”