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Betrayal, heartbreak, and deceit propelled her onto an eleven-year journey of self-discovery. Now, the secret of her having a child had come to light, rekindling old passions. She must choose between the man who wounded her and her high school lover—the one who had always loved her, but who also harbored hidden motives. ===== "I have something for you," Damion says, his voice cutting through the chatter and laughter surrounding us. I turn to face him, my heart skipping a beat. He held an envelope with a look so unreadable it sends a chill down my spine. For a moment, the symphony playing softly in the background of the celebration faded, leaving only the pounding of my heart in my ears. "Happy anniversary," I whisper, forcing a smile, hoping for even a flicker of warmth in his eyes. "Open it," he says, the words sharp, almost impatient. I swallow, my fingers trembling as I take the envelope. It's lighter than I expected, and an inexplicable dread creeps up my spine. Has he bought another mansion in my name? Damion can be full of surprises. But as I slide out the paper, the world seems to slow. My eyes scan the page, and I feel the floor vanish beneath my feet. Divorce papers. The words blur, the room closing in as if it's suffocating me. I look up at him, searching for some sign that this is a cruel joke. "Damion, what is this? Divorce papers? On our anniversary?" His face remains cold, detached, as if this is just another business transaction. "Yes, Isabelle. This farce has gone on long enough. It's time we end things. You're empty. Heaven knows you have no eggs to be hatched." I can barely breathe. The sounds of the party grow distant, muted by the ringing in my ears. "You're ending our marriage because I can't give you a child? Because your father won't let it go?" His jaw tightens, and the hardness in his eyes deepens. "This isn't just about that, Isabelle. Do you think I haven't seen it? The way you cling to me, desperate, pretending we still have som
