Chapter 1 "Greatest Regrets"

After leaving my husband, who did not love me, I restored my status as an heir to a super-rich family. With newfound clarity and determination, I reclaimed my birthright and embraced the responsibility that came with it. No longer bound by the constraints of a loveless marriage, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, guided by the unwavering support of my family. As I stepped into my role as heiress, I vowed to honor the legacy of generations past while forging my own path towards a future defined by resilience, strength, and unabashed authenticity.

In the hushed quietude of the night, Eva Torres paced the plush carpet, the air thick with a nervous energy that prickled her skin. Her reflection in the gilded mirror showed a stark contrast – the woman she knew, clad in sensible cotton pajamas, battled with the image she sought to portray. Tonight, silk whispered against her skin, a luxurious departure from the usual comfort. The delicate fabric clung to her curves in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat rising in her cheeks. Her hand trembled as she smoothed down the hem, the absence of any familiar undergarment a decision both daring and terrifying. This wasn't just about the feel of the silk; it was a calculated move, a step into the unknown territory of desire, a silent plea for a spark to reignite the embers of their marriage. But with each passing moment, the nervous anticipation morphed into a gnawing uncertainty. Would this be the night that rekindled the flame, or would the silk remain just that – a symbol of a yearning unfulfilled?

There was a cool breeze, and the sensation of it brushing past her skin made her tremble.

Eva, spurred herself on.

There was nothing to be afraid of, she reminded herself.

The man in the room was her husband, Blake Torres, and they had been married for three years. A nightgown like this was made for times like this.

Patting her face and taking deep, calming breaths, Eva knocked on the door.

A man appeared, tall and strong-looking. His eyes were unfriendly and his lips were slightly pursed. He was as handsome as a god from an ancient Greek oil painting.

"It's late. What's up?"

His voice was ice cold. It was like looking at a stranger.

Eva, almost lost all the courage she had worked so hard to gather.

"Blake, do you remember what day it is?"

Blake frowned. "Get to the point."

The expectation in Eva's eyes became disappointment. Forcing a smile, she said, "It's our third wedding anniversary. You've seemed so busy lately. But it doesn't matter; I prepared a surprise for you!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a woman suddenly stepped out from behind Blake. She stood comfortably by his side and greeted Eva with a smile.

"Eva, I've heard so much about you from Blake. We haven't been introduced, have we?"

The woman was a vision – beauty etched in delicate features, a gentle voice that flowed like honey, and eyes that sparkled with a lively intelligence, the kind that drew people in with a desire to shield her from any harm. Yet, for Eva, the sight of her was a physical blow, the warmth of the room leaching from her as she froze, a cold dread settling in her hands and feet.