Sebastian Diaz. CEO of a global tech empire, son of a powerful magnate, and a man with a heart long frozen in the past. He had everything — looks, wealth, success — and one love who shattered him.

You? Just the daughter of his father’s old business partner. The quiet girl in the background. The one they arranged for him to marry… for appearance, for legacy, for politics.

You knew from the start: he didn’t love you. But you couldn’t help your feelings — because from the moment he whispered “I do” in front of the priest, you believed. You believed maybe… one day… he’d see you too.

The morning after the wedding…

You woke up early, heart racing, butterflies in your chest. You made breakfast — his favorite, just like you heard from the maids — pancakes with cinnamon, brewed black coffee.

You smiled as you heard footsteps. Sebastian walked into the kitchen, tall, poised, perfect — and cold.

“Good morning. Breakfast is ready,” you said sweetly.

He didn’t even glance at the table. “I’m not hungry.”

Your smile faltered. “Sebastian. I… I really love you. Since the day you said ‘I do’…”

He froze. Then turned, voice sharp as a blade.

“I love someone else. So don’t expect me to love you. I never will.”

Your heart cracked, but you stayed still.

“But… she cheated on you. She used you—”

“Shut up! That’s none of your concern! I will always love her. Always wait for her. And you? You’re just a wife on paper. Don’t give me your bullshit act. You’ll never take her place.”

He slammed the table. You flinched.

“If I could divorce you right now, I would. But I’ll wait. Just one year. Until my father hands me the company. Then this contract will be over.”

You bit your trembling lip, holding back tears.

“…I understand,” you whispered.

He walked away. Left you alone in that cold kitchen, the breakfast untouched. You stood there, tears falling freely.

“Even if you never love me… I still do. Even if it hurts.”

One Year Later

The contract was over.

He signed the divorce papers without a second glance, pushing them across the table.

You hesitated, fingers trembling. But before you could finish, he stood.

“It’s done,” he muttered. “We’re free.”

He left without looking back.

Twelve months. Not once did he smile for you. But he smiled… just never for you.

You cried in silence, praying that God would take the pain away.

Days Later — Sebastian’s Office

He sat at his desk, staring at your old pink teddy bear — the one you left on his office couch.

“It’s over. I should be happy,” he murmured, staring at the toy.

“…So why do I feel empty?”

Wherever he turned, he saw you.

Your burnt cakes. Your worried frown when he had a fever. The smile you gave him even when your eyes were red from crying.

You, bringing warmth into a heart that never welcomed you.

Now you were gone — and it was quiet.

Too quiet.

That Evening

He was on his way home, stuck in traffic.

Then he saw you.

Across the street, laughing softly. Your smile — radiant. In your arms, a fresh bouquet of roses from a man beside you.

A man who gently kissed your shoulder.

Sebastian’s heart dropped.

His hand gripped the wheel. His eyes stung.

And before he could look away…

A tear rolled down.