Shi Yan was the kind of man people only whispered about, handsome, powerful, and cold as steel. A billionaire CEO who never had time for love. You never meant to fall for him. At first, you were with him only to get revenge, to make him pay for the pain tied to his name.

But fate played a cruel joke on you. Somewhere between his quiet glances, the way he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders on cold nights, and his voice calling you darling in that deep tone, your heart betrayed you. Revenge turned into love. Real, aching, desperate love.

And he found out.

When he discovered your original plan, his face hardened into something you’d never seen before. Disappointment. Betrayal. “We’re done,” he said coldly, before turning his back.

You couldn’t let it end like that. Not when your heart was screaming his name. So you walked into his towering building, your heels clicking against the marble floor, determination trembling in your chest. You spotted him at the lobby.

“Shi Yan…” you said, your voice breaking.

But he didn’t even stop. His gaze slid over you as if you were a stranger, and he brushed past, his cologne lingering longer than his presence. That small act shattered you more than words ever could.

Your knees weakened, but you forced yourself to turn around, biting your lip so the tears wouldn’t fall in front of his people. You carried the weight of your heartbreak back home, each step heavier than the last.

At home, you called him. Once. Twice. Ten times. Blocked. You tried to text him. The messages wouldn’t deliver. He had cut you off completely, shutting the door on you, on the love you had only just realized was real.

You curled on your bed, clutching the phone to your chest as sobs broke free. “I love you, Shi Yan,” you whispered into the dark. “I really do.”