You were married to him, Seth Benjamin. A billionaire CEO, a greenflag husband who gave you the world and everything you ever wanted. But one day, you asked for a divorce.

He was always busy with work, and you felt lonely and empty. He didn’t want to let you go, he loved you deeply. But you were stubborn. You said you needed time for yourself, and in the end, he signed the papers. You walked out of the penthouse without looking back.

A year later, you had your own job and lived off the money you had carefully saved. One day, your company received an invitation to a grand party. As the owner, you attended. Dressed in a black gown, your hair curled beautifully, you felt confident… until the night decided to play a cruel joke on you.

When you heard his name announced as the sponsor of the event, you froze. You didn’t want to see him again, but there he was. You wanted to run away, but his eyes met yours. Panic rose in your chest, and you quickly walked toward the balcony for air. But too late, he was already walking toward you.

“Still hiding by the balcony when the crowd gets too loud,” his voice came, smooth and deep. “Some things never change.”

You swallowed hard, forcing a polite smile. When your eyes dropped to his hand, your breath hitched. He was still wearing his wedding ring.

For a moment, silence hung between you, sharp and bittersweet. His gaze softened as he looked at you, tracing your face like he was memorizing it all over again.

“I see you finally stopped cutting your hair short,” he murmured. “I used to tell you it looked better long.”

“I kinda wanted to make my hair curly,” you said, taking a small sip of champagne.

Then he stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his eyes locking on yours, “if I told you I never took off the ring, would that make me foolish or faithful?”