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After the divorce, she fought like hell to get her name back on her work. He blacklisted her in the industry for his first love. Then his arch-enemy reached out with a deal. "This isn't a whim—I've been planning this for a long time." ===== When the anesthesia began to fade, Hailey Bennett drifted back to consciousness. Her lashes fluttered open, and across the dim hospital room, a television flickered to life--broadcasting the results of the international wildlife photography contest. After months of near-disasters and sleepless nights chasing the perfect shot, she had expected to see her own name. For a brief second, her lips curved upward--then went still, the smile dying halfway. The winning photo was credited to Malinda Fletcher--the woman Kieran Riley, her husband, had always favored. A sharp disbelief twisted through her ch**t. During those two grueling months she'd spent chasing sunsets and survival in the wild, every message she'd sent him had gone unanswered, vanishing into silence. Meanwhile, headlines were filled with Kieran's name, each article intertwining his story with Malinda's. Before she could process the betrayal, her phone shrilled on the nightstand. On the glowing screen appeared a single word she hadn't said in months--"Darling." The same number she had dialed again and again until she'd collapsed from exhaustion, never once reaching him. With trembling fingers, Hailey pressed the answer button, her tone raw and rasping. "Kieran... why is my work under Malinda's name?" asked her. On the other end came that familiar, frost-edged tone--steady, detached, and every bit as cold as the man himself. Even through the line, it carried that same unyielding chill she remembered in his gaze. "This is my compensation to Malinda--on your behalf," he replied. The words struck like a spark to tinder, burning through her restraint. "I've told you over and over--it was me who saved you that night!" "I only trust what I see." Kieran's tone

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