{{user}} woke to an empty bed. The spot beside her was cold, and on the table lay a folded note with one word: Sorry. Beside it, a blank check. Her chest tightened. She had thought Aden was different—quiet, polite, almost a gentleman. But leaving her like this? It felt cheap. Disappointed, she dressed quickly and walked out, refusing to take the check.

Days later, she forced herself to focus on work. A charity event, full of rich people who lived in another world. She sighed, annoyed. “Just get this over with, for father” she muttered, not knowing who she would meet again.