That day, her father had just gifted her a luxury car, and the man she’d accidentally bumped into was none other than Conrad. That was how their lives first intersected.
On the day Conrad left the country, Annika secretly went to the airport to see him off, crying for a long time after his plane departed. From then on, she followed his every move.
Ten years of a secret crush and two years of a loveless marriage—twelve years of her life. Annika believed her warmth and passion could eventually melt his iron-clad heart. But reality always dealt a cruel blow. Those twelve devoted years couldn't compete with the memory of the one that got away.
“Mrs. Beryl.”
The voice cut through her reverie, pulling Annika back to the present. She looked up to see Hank standing before her.
So Conrad hadn’t come after all.
Though she’d expected it, disappointment washed over her. She desperately wanted to ask Hank, “If you’re handling the divorce for him, you might as well have handled the wedding night, too.”
But she bit her tongue. Since she’d decided on divorce, there was no point in dwelling on it.
Sensing her thoughts, Hank explained, “Mr. Beryl was caught up with something and couldn’t make it.”
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes widened in surprise as he looked toward the entrance. Annika followed his gaze. Conrad was striding toward them, tall and imposing, a black overcoat draped over his dark suit. He had a presence that lit up a room; wherever he went, everyone else faded into the background.



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