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The next morning, the café was an absolute whirlwind. The autumn chill brought a massive wave of customers through the doors. Maya and I barely stopped moving since we flipped the open sign. It was loud, chaotic, and wonderful. Aria came in around ten o'clock with Arielle, just like she did every morning. Aria became a genuinely good friend to me over time. She was vibrant, funny, and incredibly grounded. She casually mentioned once that her husband, Damian, was the Chairman of Cross Group—one of the most powerful corporate empires in New York. But she acted so perfectly normal and fun that it was easy to forget she was married to a billionaire. By noon, the rush finally began to slow down. I stood behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine, when my eyes drifted to the register. I paused. The cloth stopped moving in my hands. The glass vase next to the register was completely empty. A sudden, unexplained heaviness dropped into my stomach. I looked up at the clock on th

Killian slowly lowered the mug. The corners of his mouth tilted up. He gave me a small, genuine smile.My heart skipped a beat. That smile again. I stared at him, completely captivated. In all the time I knew him in the past, I rarely ever saw him smile. It used to be a rare, fleeting thing. But seeing it now, reaching his eyes and softening his features, I realized just how incredibly beautiful it was."It is good," Killian answered simply. His voice was a low, comforting rumble. "And yours?"That simple question opened a floodgate. The nervous tension in my chest broke, and I started talking. I told him about the café, about how busy the morning rushes were, and how much I loved the smell of roasted coffee. I told him about Maya, and I found myself naturally telling him about Aria and her little girl.I babbled. I let the words flow out of me without a filter, just pouring out pieces of the life I built over the last three years.Killian didn't interrupt. He just sat there, listenin

The evening shadows stretched across the quiet New York penthouse. Killian stood bare-chested in front of the large bathroom mirror. He reached up with a towel, wiping away the condensation from the hot glass. He stared at his own reflection. His face was sharp, the hard lines of his jaw set, but the cold, empty void that used to live in his gray eyes was gone. He slowly lowered the towel. His fingers brushed against his own chest, lightly tracing the dark ink resting directly over his heart. Luna. He stared at the letters. Over the last three years, this single name was the only thing that kept him going. When he walked away from her that day at the hospital, he knew forgiving himself was only half the battle. He couldn't just fix his own mind and walk back into her life. He needed to make sure the world was completely safe for her first. And that started with the man who gave her the deepest scars. His mind drifted back to a few weeks ago, to the damp, freezing basement of one

We sat at a small, candlelit table near the edge of the terrace. The waiter approached, handing us the menus. I opened mine, scanning the French options, but before I could decide, Killian closed his menu and smoothly ordered my absolute favorite dish, along with the exact dessert I loved.When the food arrived, the nervous tension between us began to melt into something warm and personal. We didn't talk about the past or the trauma. We just talked like two people on a date.At one point, he reached across the table with his fork. Without saying a word, he carefully moved a piece of garnish off my plate that he knew I didn't like, and quietly placed a perfectly cooked piece of prawn onto my dish instead. It was such a small, instinctual gesture, but it made my chest ache with how much he still remembered."What is your favorite part of the day?" Killian asked, resting his arm on the table, his gray eyes completely focused on me.I smiled, tracing the edge of my wine glass. "Opening the

2 MONTHS LATERLUNA POVI stood in front of the full-length vanity mirror in my bedroom, my hands slowly smoothing down the delicate, flowing silk of my pale pink dress.Killian had sent it over to my apartment earlier this afternoon in a sleek, unmarked black box, accompanied by a simple handwritten note. He had told me that tonight, he was hosting a crucial dinner party for a high-profile client who had just flown into New York, and he wanted me there by his side as his date. The fabric felt like cool water against my skin, draping perfectly over my curves and flowing softly down to my ankles.A soft, irrepressible smile touched my lips as I looked at my reflection. It felt as if an entire lifetime had passed in just sixty days. In two months, so much changed. The hollow, aching piece of my chest finally slotted back into place. I found myself waking up with a lightness in my bones, smiling more than I ever thought possible.I couldn't even put into words how much Killian had surpr