I shouldn’t have opened the email. But I did.

The words leaped off the screen.

"He’s awake. And he wants you here. Before it’s too late."

Eli Montgomery—billionaire artist, once adored by millions—lay in a hospital room just a few miles away. Alone. Silent. Unreachable.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who did this. I didn’t search phones, snoop through emails, or pry into a past that was supposed to stay buried. Trust wasn’t about suspicion. It was about letting go.

But Eli had never had anyone like this in his life before. He didn’t need assistants, agents, or anyone to speak for him.

So why now? Why her?

The phone rang as if it had been waiting for me to crack.

I answered.

Her voice pierced the line. Tight. Frayed. A mix of exhaustion and something colder. Something sharper.

“You don’t get it, do you? You think I’ve just been... waiting? You think I can keep pretending I’m fine with this? That he’s yours?”

A shudder ran through me.

I thought I knew everything about Eli Montgomery. His darkness. His genius. His secrets.

But this? This... was a betrayal I hadn’t seen coming.

The years we spent together dissolved in the time it took her to speak those words. Eli hadn’t chosen between us. He had kept us both—starving, suffocating, trapped in the same tangled web. His two lives, never colliding, yet always pulling at each other.

The divorce was swift. Silent. Surgical.

And the world? The world protected him. It always did. A misunderstood genius. A tortured artist.

I disappeared. Gone. Silent.

Years passed. I left everything behind—my career, my name, even the heartbreak. But the wound never truly healed. I had moved on. But I hadn’t forgotten.

And now he was back. Changed. But not enough. The man who had broken me had come to pick up the pieces. Only this time, he wasn’t asking for forgiveness.

He was asking for something more dangerous: a second chance.

But Eli’s secrets didn’t stay hidden for long. His ties to the past were blood-stained, his guilt soaked through every word he spoke. The woman who had haunted me for years—her—wasn't the end of it. She was just the beginning.

The question was no longer about forgiveness.

It was about what I was willing to lose.

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