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call me Meredith, who slightly glanced at Gabriel whose attention was still on the food. "Woah, nice name huh? I'm Alessandra and my husband Gabriel." Introduce her again. I barely nodded and turned my attention back to the food. "Where do you live here?" she asked again. "It's just in the village, I actually just moved here a week ago." "Hhmm, okay." She response. I glanced at Gabriel again as if no one wanted to ask about me. "I'm just here for a vacation," I added. "Ah, we're here for good as it's nice to live in a quiet place, away from the chaotic city and the noise of the cars." She smiled at me. "Yeah, you'd better be away from people," I agreed. "Oh, my God! You're married?!" Her ey

But when he finally drifted off to sleep, clutching his teddy, Emery slipped out. The city lights blurred as she stumbled into a dim bar tucked on a quiet street corner. It smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke, of escape. Emery ordered drink after drink, ignoring the curious looks of strangers who recognized the billionaire’s wife. Each swallow burned, but it numbed the ache clawing at her chest. “Pathetic, aren’t I?” she muttered to her glass. “Married to the devil and still longing for heaven.” Her laughter was soft, slurred, and full of pain.

I bet Mia isn’t included in that. “There’s no need for that, Mr. Evans.” I don’t plan on staying in this marriage I don’t remember. I just need to confirm some details and figure out what really happened in the past. I only came back here to see if I could remember something in this place. At first, I genuinely wanted to make it work, to see if I had chosen a happy life. But now… I’m starting to think that forgetting those memories might actually be a temporary blessing. This situation isn’t simple. But how am I supposed to remember anything in a place like this?

Then I pulled a bun out of my pocket and took huge bites. A group of people passing by laughed at me. A hand suddenly reached out from the corner. "The food at the banquet hall is getting boring. "Give me half. I want to try something different." Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

I stated and continued with my book. Remy is although everything you could ask for in a man, I didn’t feel the need to stand in gap for him and the Princess because I am certain she will return soon to take her place and if I dare to fall in love with Remy, things would be too complicated at that time. Also, I still have Emory fresh in my heart even though the fact that I cannot feel the mate bond anymore was still a mystery. Everything is calm as if I never had a mate which bothered me, truthfully.

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath. The office felt too small. The hum of the air conditioner was too loud. Every click of the keyboard, every ring of the phone, felt like it was echoing, mocking me. I tried to concentrate on work, tried to bury myself in reports, but my thoughts kept circling back. The way she had told me, firmly, that she was remarried. That they were a family. I shoved the papers aside. I tried. I really did. I flipped through spreadsheets, responded to clients, nodded in meetings, but the numbers and the deals felt meaningless. Her face, her voice, the memory of her telling me she was remarried… it haunted me.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

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**** Within the palace, the air was thick with sandalwood incense. Lady Liudmila smiled softly as she considered the Emperor, who had summoned her despite his busy schedule. She couldn't help but recall the Empress's sharp words and biting sarcasm from the previous day. Lady Liudmila's expression became even more gentle. She knew that the Emperor appreciated her understanding nature, which was in stark contrast to the Empress's overbearing demeanor. Without fawning or attempting to seduce, she simply served quietly, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.