Mag-log inAlice Markston once loved Vincent with all her heart — until that love became her greatest mistake. Framed, humiliated, and abandoned by the man she called husband, Alice walked away from the Markston family, vowing never to return. Years later, she’s no longer the fragile woman he broke. She’s stronger, wiser — and utterly unreachable. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. When Vincent’s world begins to crumble, the only person who can save him is the woman he betrayed. Now, the once-arrogant heir kneels before her, begging for forgiveness, for love, for a second chance. But some wounds run too deep… And this time, Alice might be the one to turn her back.
view moreIt’s been two daysTwo wonderful, almost surreal days since I arrived in Paris.Two days of air that tasted like freedom. Two days that almost made me forget the pain that lingered like a shadow at the back of my mind.Adrian had kept me busy. He’d taken me everywhere through the charming cobblestone streets, to cafés that smelled of freshly baked croissants, to the Seine River where the golden reflections danced like sunlight on water. We laughed, took pictures, and for the first time in a long time, I felt alive.Paris was everything people said it was. A city of romance, of lights, of memories. The air was always soft and cold, filled with laughter from strangers who looked like they had no pain in their world. And somehow, I wanted to feel that too—just for a little while.But even paradise had ghosts.Vincent—my husband, my nightmare—remained the same cold shell of a man. The workaholic. The perfectionist. The man who thought meetings and numbers mattered more than lives and love
I woke up with a start, my breath catching in my throat. For a second, I didn’t recognize where I was. The room was far too elegant, too expensive the golden curtains flowing to the marble floor, the crystal chandelier glittering faintly above, the soft hum of the heater running somewhere near the corner. I blinked rapidly, sitting up in bed, my heartbeat racing.Then it dawned on me.This was the hotel. The luxurious one we checked into this morning after arriving in Paris.Gosh, I almost thought I had been kidnapped, or worse that Vincent had finally carried out his plan and taken me to the hospital to force that terrible procedure on me. A wave of panic rushed through me, and I pressed my palm to my chest, forcing myself to breathe. You’re fine, Alice. You’re fine.I threw off the sheets, padding toward the bathroom. My feet met the cool marble, and I turned on the tap. The sound of rushing water echoed around me. I leaned forward and splashed water on my face again and again unt
Vincent’s POVThe cold air outside the Markson Family Estate bit at my skin as I walked out, but I barely felt it. My mind was numb. The old man’s words still echoed in my head — harsh, cutting, true. I could hear the echo of the cane hitting the table, the sound of Alice’s trembling voice, the shock in her eyes when I’d told her to come on the trip.My jaw tightened. I didn’t regret what I said. I couldn’t. Regret was weakness, and weakness had destroyed too much in my life already.I got into the car, slamming the door harder than necessary. “Drive Lillian home,” I said quietly to Noah, my assistant, my voice void of emotion.He hesitated, glancing through the rearview mirror as if he wanted to say something, but one sharp look from me silenced him. Lillian was quiet beside me, her hand fidgeting on her lap.When we reached her home, she turned to me, eyes soft, hopeful. “Brother Vincent, please rest early, okay?” she whispered, reaching to touch my arm.I nodded faintly, forcing a
The journey to the Markson Family Mansion was silent.The car glided through the cold streets, the tires slicing through the snow as flakes drifted lazily from the sky. I sat in the back seat, my palms resting over my belly protectively, as if my hands could shield the tiny life inside me from the storms raging outside—and inside Vincent’s heart.When we arrived, the mansion stood tall as ever—grand, cold, intimidating. It was the kind of place that always made you feel small no matter how strong you tried to stand. The heavy double doors opened before I could even reach for the handle. A butler stepped aside, bowing slightly. “Madam,” he greeted softly.I nodded and stepped in. The warmth from the mansion immediately wrapped around me, chasing away the cold that clung to my skin. The old patriarch was already there, seated in his grand chair near the fireplace. His gaze found me immediately—sharp yet filled with something softer today.“Alice,” he said, his tone carrying both authori
Vincent suddenly stood up from his chair, the metal legs scraping harshly against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the vast boardroom like thunder, making me flinch. His face had gone rigid — that cold, domineering expression I used to fear but once loved because I thought it came from strength.Before I could step back, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly. His touch was firm, cold, unyielding.“Let’s go,” he said sharply, his tone devoid of emotion.I blinked, confused. “W–What?”He yanked my wrist, pulling me closer. “Let’s get to the hospital now and continue with the procedure.”For a second, my mind went blank. Then fury exploded in me, raw and uncontrollable. I struggled to pull my hand free, my voice breaking through the room like a crack of lightning.“Don’t touch me!” I screamed.He didn’t even flinch. His jaw tightened as he took another step closer, his shadow swallowing mine. “Stop making this harder than it already is, Alice. The longer you delay this,
I quickly dressed up simple, leaving Morgan’s apartment. My fingers were trembling as I buttoned my coat, but I didn’t care. My chest ached, my throat burned from crying, and my heartbeat thudded so hard it almost hurt.The moment I stepped outside, the world hit me with a blast of cold. The snow had thickened overnight; soft white flakes drifted down slowly, covering the pavement, the roofs, the cars parked by the sidewalk.The air was biting, almost cruel, stinging my cheeks and nose, but I barely felt it. I walked fast, my boots crunching through the thin layer of snow, each step heavy and unsteady. My mind was numb the recording, his voice, Lilian’s mocking tone they all looped in my head like a curse that wouldn’t stop echoing.“Vincent…” I whispered under my breath, the name falling out like a broken prayer.I hailed a taxi with a shaky hand. One stopped almost immediately. The driver glanced at me through the mirror, eyes softening when he saw my red eyes and pale face.“Wher












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