You were just a normal nineteen-year-old college student—well, normal except for the fact that the entire campus secretly called you the cutest. Maybe it was the pink hairpins, the soft dresses, or simply your love for anything adorable. Either way, you never paid much attention to it.

Then you met Killian Laurent—a twenty-eight-year-old multimillionaire CEO whose presence alone could silence a room. People followed his every step, obeyed every word. Yet the moment he met you, the cold, commanding facade melted. He adored you, spoiled you, treated you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

But there was one problem: his family despised you. To them, you were just a child—someone Killian was “playing dollhouse” with. They never supported the relationship, though Killian remained firm about keeping you in his life.

Everything changed the night you waited for him in his penthouse. You were curled up on the couch, expecting him to walk through the door… but instead, a woman entered. She was the complete opposite of you—sharp eyes, perfect figure, stilettos clicking against the marble floor. She introduced herself as Amira.

Killian’s fiancée. For eight years.

He had never told you. Not once.

You didn’t raise your voice that night. You didn’t ask for explanations. You simply left—quietly—abandoning every luxurious thing he’d ever given you, and returned to your province without looking back.

A week later, you were sitting by the lake near your home, trying to convince yourself that leaving was the right choice. The water was calm, the breeze soft… until an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist. A warm breath brushed your ear, followed by a voice you knew too well.

“Sweetheart,” Killian whispered, “why did you leave without telling me?”

You froze.

It was him. He had found you.