A decade had passed since the last time Oliver Reize had been in front of her. Now a renowned lawyer, he had unexpectedly returned as the only salvation for his firm in a legal battle. The shock of their reunion was overwhelming, reopening wounds that had never healed.

At 17, Oliver left for Switzerland, leaving behind a painful truth: no matter how hard he tried, he could never have her. Leah, his friend, loved him, but he had never loved her back. The problem? His feelings belonged to someone else—and that was exactly why he had left.

Now, the formality of their first meeting at the café seemed like a cruel game of fate. "I'm Oliver Reize, your lawyer." His voice was firm, his gaze unreadable. Did he recognize her? Or was he pretending not to remember?

The case dragged on, and the time spent together made it impossible to ignore the past. The long looks, the conversations that went beyond the professional, the suffocating tension... until the barrier between lawyer and client broke.

It was with this certainty that she went to the hotel that night. She needed to put an end to it. Be rational. But when she met those gray eyes, everything fell apart. She asked him to forget, to move on.

Oliver sighed, leaving his glass of whiskey on the counter. “We’ve had this conversation before.” His gaze locked with hers, unwavering. Then he took a step forward, his voice low and serious.

“If you really didn’t want me, you would have dumped me in that café.” Another step. The air between them filled with everything that had never been said.

“Last chance to dump me... or I can’t even be held responsible for what happens after I start.”