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Chapter 1

Back at the villa, I had the divorce papers ready.I'd just signed my name when the door flew open.Lucas strode in, saw me standing in the living room, and frowned."Lillian, you really disappointed me tonight.""You know Clara's innocent and naive, and you went and said those things to upset her. Is that how the lady of this house should behave?"In the past, I wouldn't have understood.We were husband and wife—why should I worry about his sister's feelings?But now that I knew the truth, there was no point arguing."I'm sorry. I was out of line." I kept my eyes down.Lucas blinked, clearly thrown off by my easy surrender.I didn't bother explaining. I just handed him the document."This needs your signature."His gaze flicked from the paper to my face, and a smirk tugged at his lips."So that's why you're being so agreeable today. Not a single word of protest."He took the file, didn't bother reading it, just waved it lazily."Let me guess—another designer bag? Or that necklace you

Chapter 2

I hadn't expected him to come back. I stayed calm."Just clearing out old stuff. Getting new things."He didn't press. He loosened his tie and let out a breath."Go get dressed. We've got a charity gala for the family foundation tonight.""I'm not feeling well. You go ahead."It was the first time I'd ever turned him down.He raised an eyebrow, surprised.Then reached out to feel my forehead."You sick? Got a fever?"For once, he actually seemed to care.Before I could answer, a sweet voice drifted in from the doorway."Lillian, are you ready? What dress are you wearing tonight?"Clara.Lucas pulled his hand back instantly and turned.Clara stood there in a pink off-the-shoulder dress, her hair pinned up, back exposed in a way that was anything but innocent.Lucas's voice went sharp. "That's way too much skin. Go change."I had the exact same dress—Clara had bought them as "sister" gifts.On our anniversary, I'd worn it with such hope. Lucas hadn't even glanced my way.So he did have a

Chapter 3

I knew he couldn't stand another man near Clara.I was about to tell him to go after her.Then a spotlight hit us.Lucas and I had been chosen to open the gala with the first dance.The crowd parted, clapping and cheering.Lucas had no choice but to look away from Clara and offer me his hand.I took it, expressionless.The music started. He pulled me close and led me across the floor.I knew every step—years of these events had drilled it into me.But mid-turn, he leaned in, voice low under the music:"Remember our first dance?"I almost tripped.A memory hit me out of nowhere.Back in college, Clara and I were best friends.I couldn't dance to save my life, so one day at the gym, she pushed me toward Lucas."You're both single. Why not help each other out? Lucas is a great dancer—teach her a thing or two."Back then I was just a bookworm nobody.Lucas was the star hockey captain, the guy every girl wanted.I stepped on his feet at least ten times that night.He winced but never pushed

Chapter 4

I woke in a hospital bed. Alone.I asked the nurse, "Where is everyone?""Your husband is in the next room with Miss Clara. Should I let him know you're awake?"I shook my head. "Don't bother."After confirming I was stable, the doctor sent me for a full checkup.Walking past Lucas and Clara's room, I heard their voices."Lillian's hurt too. She's your wife. If she wakes up and you're not there, she'll be crushed."Lucas's voice was impatient. "You worry about Lillian when you've got a baby in your belly?""But..."Clara tried to say more, but Lucas cut her off."The doctors said she's fine. Right now, you matter more to me than anyone."In his eyes, I would never measure up to Clara.I didn't say a word. I walked away.I had less than three days left.Three days, and he'd get exactly what he wanted.Over the next two days, Lucas stayed by Clara's side. He visited me only occasionally."She was really shaken up," he explained flatly. "I'm her only family. I have to be there. You unders

Chapter 5

(Third Person POV)Lucas stormed back to the villa, reeking of disinfectant and rage.Clara had lost the baby.Every time he pictured her frail in the hospital bed, something inside him twisted.This time, Lillian had gone too far.He kicked the master bedroom door open. The crash echoed through the empty halls.But she wasn't there.The room felt hollow. Wrong.All her things were gone. Skincare bottles, dresses, shoes.Even the faint trace of her perfume had vanished.Gone.Just another one of her dramatic stunts, he told himself.Then he spotted a document on the nightstand.His blood ran cold.It was a divorce agreement.(Lillian's POV)Three years later, I was an internationally recognized jewelry designer, working for a prestigious art museum in Europe.This trip to New York was for one reason: to bid on a vintage ring called the Tears of Diamond—a centerpiece for the museum's upcoming exhibition.The flight landed, and I forced myself to focus on auction prep, blocking out every

Chapter 6

My phone buzzed.Gina, my old college friend, was on the line."Lillian! My boyfriend said he spotted you at the Luna Estate! You're back in town and didn't tell me?!"Her voice was a burst of energy. "Come to the hockey rink tomorrow—I've got VIP passes. We'll watch practice, grab dinner after. I miss you!"I hesitated. But Gina was one of the few people who'd always been kind."Send me the address."The rink was cold and loud the next morning. Players were still training, the crack of sticks on ice echoing through the stands.Gina pulled me through a side entrance with her boyfriend Marco and—to my surprise—Lorenzo.She winked at me. "This is Lorenzo Rossi. Total fragrance genius.""Lorenzo, meet my bestie Lillian—she's a big-shot jewelry curator for a top museum now!"Lorenzo's eyes lit up when he saw me."Miss Lillian. We meet again. What a coincidence."We shook hands. "Mr. Rossi."Gina made sure Lorenzo and I sat together.We made small talk—pleasant but distant. I sensed a guard

Chapter 7

Lorenzo was beside me. He seemed to notice my tension, glancing between me and the ice.Then Gina grabbed us both. "Come on! I know the team manager—we can go back to the locker room. Meet the captain up close!"I tried to refuse, but Gina was already dragging me.The hallway outside the locker room was a frenzy of staff and reporters.I hung back, hoping to disappear.Then shouting erupted from the captain's area."Lucas, you bastard!" A woman's voice, shrill and tearful.The crowd parted. Clara stormed up to a half-geared Lucas and slapped him across the face.Crack. The sound cut through the noise."You promised you'd quit hockey! You lied to me!" Tears streamed down her face. "Watching you nearly crash into the boards—do you have any idea what that did to me?!"Lucas stood there with a red handprint on his cheek, his face unreadable. He grabbed her wrists."Clara. Stop it."His voice was sharp, but quiet. "We'll talk at home."He turned to leave with her, but the commotion had draw

Chapter 8

He was leaning against the wall in the dim hallway, still as a shadow.His soft face was half-lit, and his eyes held no judgment—only a quiet grief."You're crying," he said.I touched my cheek. It was wet.He handed me a neatly folded handkerchief."If you want," he said gently, "my shoulder's free."I stared at him.Maybe I was too raw. Or maybe it was just the way he said it."Mr. Rossi," I said, almost joking, "that kind of line sounds like you're hitting on me."He didn't laugh.His eyes held mine. Then he asked, so softly it was barely there:"Can I?"Three words. Quiet. And they landed in my chest like stones.It wasn't a joke. It was real.I couldn't face that look. I mumbled something about leaving and ran.He didn't follow. Just stood there as I fled into the night.Later, I'd learn that Lorenzo was K all along—that he'd recognized me the moment he caught the trace of Sicilian Summer Night on my wrist.But that was later.The auction was at a top-tier art center in Manhattan.

Chapter 9

Afterward, I shoved my materials into my bag, muttering into my earpiece: "We lost. Way over budget. I'll find an alternative, send you the proposal soon."A page slipped from my file.Before I could pick it up, a hand beat me to it.I looked up. Lucas.He handed it back, scanning the contents."So you're the curator now. Impressive."I took the paper without a word and turned to leave.My heels clicked on the marble floor.Then I stopped. Turned around. Walked back."Lucas." I met his eyes. "That ring—" I pointed to the velvet box in his hand. "Six million. The museum will pay six. Take it or leave it."He blinked, thrown.I didn't give him time. "Market value, clarity, cut—5.8 was already overpriced. Good luck finding a buyer willing to match that. You're sitting on dead capital."I spoke like I was appraising a widget.He stared at me—this sharp, professional woman who'd replaced the wife he remembered."Lillian." His voice was low. "This ring is Clara's engagement ring."My face di

Chapter 10

(Third Person POV)Late at night, Lucas lay awake in the dark.Lillian's cold eyes played on a loop in his mind.And then the memories came—things he'd never let himself think about:The warm honey-lemon water she'd always bring him, quiet and hopeful.The lamp she left on when he worked late, her curled up on the couch with a book, waiting.The time his stomach was killing him, and she'd stayed up all night, pressing cool cloths to his forehead, fingers gentle.He'd taken it all for granted. Found her "wifely devotion" annoying.Now, in the dark, the memories pricked at him like needles.He tossed and turned.Eventually, sleep took him.And in his dreams, she was there again—younger, in a simple dress, smiling. The smile from their first coffee date. But when he reached for her, it faded, replaced by cold distance...He woke gasping, soaked in sweat.He couldn't stop thinking about her.The next evening, he dialed the number she'd written.It rang. And rang.Then: "Hello?"Her voice.

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