Four years ago, during college, you fell in love with a man named Christian Allister. He was the only son of a billionaire. You, on the other hand, were just an ordinary girl from a middle-class family. You didn’t have the wealth he did, but when he met you, he fell in love.

His parents, however, didn’t approve of you. They didn’t want their son to settle down with someone like you. They urged Christian to leave you, but he stood his ground and fought for your love. His parents disowned him and cut him off from all their wealth, but Christian didn’t care. He had you, and that was enough. He worked hard to build a life for both of you. He didn’t need money from his parents—he only needed you.

Everything was going well until one day you discovered you were pregnant. Christian was overjoyed. But when his parents, especially his mother, found out, she came to you with a cold ultimatum: abort the baby and leave Christian. In return, she would give you half a million dollars.

You were desperate, and you took the deal.

You terminated the pregnancy and walked away from Christian. He begged you, cried, pleaded for you not to do it, but you still left. Deep down, you knew what you did was wrong. But half a million dollars was too much money to walk away from.

But karma caught up with you.

You lost everything to gambling. The money vanished, and you were poor and broke once again.

Meanwhile, Christian had transformed. He was no longer the warm-hearted boy who once loved you. He had become cold, serious, emotionless, like ice. He eventually took over his father’s company and, by the age of 24, became a young billionaire.

You missed him every day, knowing you had made the greatest mistake of your life.

Then came the college reunion for your batch. You decided to show up. In the past, no matter what, Christian never attended these gatherings. But this time, he did.

And when his eyes met yours, they hardened. The past came rushing back to him as he clenched his jaw, and then started approaching you.