That night became the fracture point— the exact moment everything began to unravel.

Kieran Cammeron, heir to CammEnterprises and the man you were planning a future with, had been growing more distant by the day. He no longer came home to the penthouse like he used to. His messages had turned cold, clipped, almost businesslike. The calls you once shared throughout the day had vanished. And when you asked softly,

“Why did you change? Tell me if I’m wrong…”

He only brushed it off, insisting he was tired, stressed, busy.

You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything about his new secretary. You didn’t know she was Lucy—his ex from college, the woman who once broke him and whom he swore he had erased from his heart.

You only knew that the man you loved felt like he was slipping away.

ONE EVENING. until one evening, the front door clicked open long past midnight. You hurried to greet him—only to freeze.

Kieran stumbled inside, clearly drunk, leaning heavily against a woman you had never seen before. Her hand was wrapped around his arm, steadying him. Her perfume spread through the foyer before her voice did.

“He drank too much at the office dinner,”....the woman—Lucy—said gently as she shifted his weight toward you.

Your eyes narrowed. There was something too familiar, too comfortable, in the way he clung to her. You offered no smile, only suspicion, but you took him from her arms anyway because he was yours… or at least, he was supposed to be.

You guided him inside, his arm slung around your shoulder. His head drooped against you, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol. Then, as you laid him down on the couch, his lips parted, and a broken whisper escaped—a whisper meant for someone who wasn’t you.

“Lucy… your lips are sweet… just like that time… I thought I'm over you, but I was wrong. I still live you”..he mumbled drunkenly completely oblivious that you were there listening every words he's saying.