LOGIN"I used to think that loving someone meant giving them the absolute best of everything," Bianca said."Handling all their problems, shielding them from trouble, paving their path smoothly for them."It took me until now to realize that some things can't be done for someone else."I remained silent."Elliot.""Yeah?""In the future, if you want my help, just tell me. If you don't say anything, I won't make decisions for you anymore."I stared out the window at the streetlights sweeping past us into the distance."Hold yourself to what you said today.""I will."…Six months later, Vivian asked me out for dinner.Halfway through the meal, she slid a set of keys across the table toward me."Bianca wanted me to give these to you."I glanced down at them. "What are they?""For the villa.""Why didn't she give them to me herself?"Vivian scoffed softly. "She said if she gave them to you, you wouldn't take them."I couldn't help but laugh.She was right.Vivian continued,
In the past, as long as I opened my mouth, Bianca would have had all the relevant files delivered to my hands within half an hour, even making a neat list of exactly who I needed to contact.I picked up my phone, then set it back down.The next day, I reached out to three former colleagues myself and took them out for dinner. The problem was solved all the same.Not as fast as it would have been with Bianca's help. However, it wasn't nearly as hard as I had imagined either.After that, the thought of reaching out to Bianca crossed my mind less and less.It wasn't that I didn't need her.It was just that I finally remembered I used to solve my own problems, too.When the deal for the Westside Project was officially closed, Gavin gave me a call."Sir, they ended up giving us a two percent concession at the end," he said.I let out a soft laugh. "Don't call me Sir anymore.""Habit of a lifetime." Gavin chuckled. "Miss Bennett said that since you did the initial risk assessment f
"I used to think that was great," I continued, "You handled everything for me, so all I had to do was focus on living my life."I raised my head to look at Bianca."But the day that lock wouldn't open, I realized something terrifying. The second you're not around, I don't even know where I stand."Bianca's throat worked as she swallowed hard. "It was my...""It wasn't your fault," I cut in."It's not wrong that you treated me well. I was the one who handed over too much of myself."I zipped my suitcase shut."So now, I want to take it back."Bianca searched my face for a long time."Does that include our marriage?"My hands froze on the handle.That was probably the first time since she returned that she had asked me something so direct.I didn't answer right away."That agreement doesn't count," she said softly, "If you genuinely want a divorce, we can sit down and negotiate properly."We'll divide the joint property according to the law, and you won't lose out on a sing
"There are also multiple clauses in this agreement that attempt to divide joint marital property," the lawyer said, "We'll be taking care of those shortly."Bianca nodded. "Recover everything that needs to be recovered."After a beat, she added, "And don't you dare touch anything under Elliot's name or his premarital assets."The lawyer blinked, caught off guard. "Of course."Bianca's expression remained dark. "I was reminding myself."Gavin lowered his head, trying hard to hide a smile.I almost laughed out loud, but figuring it wasn't the right time, I quickly turned my head away.Bianca saw me. Her tense expression finally softened just a bit.The last item left to handle was the pink diamond.Connor refused to give it back. He claimed Bianca had personally given it to him.Eighteen-year-old Bianca had indeed done that.After listening to his defense, Bianca simply asked the lawyer, "Which account was used to buy it?""The family office account.""Then process it accord
Yet the very next day, Bianca invited me out again."The third time, I was the one who wanted to see him," Bianca continued, "The fourth time too. And every single time after that."She locked eyes with Connor."Don't flatter yourself into thinking someone else's six years revolved around your face."The glowing livestream commentary floating in front of me froze, dead in its tracks.[Wait... So who were we even rooting for this whole time?][Hold on, who was actually the rebound here?]I didn't feel any surge of victory. I just felt bone-weary."Bianca."Her head snapped toward me instantly."Stop causing a scene in the hospital."She paused, taking a breath. "Okay."Connor opened his mouth to say something, but eighteen-year-old Bianca yanked her arm out of his grasp before he could get a word out."I told you yesterday, you don't get to use people's lives to blackmail him," she said.For the first time, that wild, reckless spark in the teenage girl's eyes was completel
Another message sat right below it.[Miss Bennett, since the family changed their treatment plan, we’ll cancel this trip for now. Let us know if you need anything else.]The notification showed it had already been read.Eighteen-year-old Bianca stared down at the screen."I never opened that," Connor stammered. His face went completely pale.Bianca handed the phone back to her."He was your choice," she said, her voice eerily calm, "Look at it yourself."Eighteen-year-old Bianca stared at Connor as if seeing a total stranger for the first time in her life."Why?"Tears instantly spilled down Connor's cheeks. "What was I supposed to do? You're already married, and I had nothing. Elliot got the spot as your family's son-in-law, your house, your company, and your mom even gave him the heirloom watch."I waited for you for so many years. When you finally chose me again, I just wanted to take back what was supposed to be mine."Eighteen-year-old Bianca froze.Connor reached out,







