“For five years, Adaline Sinclair loved her billionaire husband Julian Thorne with an all-consuming passion, rearranging her entire world just to please him. But on his thirtieth birthday, while she waited until midnight with a handmade cake, he was photographed intimately dining with a famous socialite. When he finally arrived home smelling of sweet perfume and whiskey, he didn't even glance at the dinner she had carefully prepared. Instead, he looked at her with his familiar, dismissive coldness. "Don't play this devoted wife game. It doesn't suit you." He cruelly mocked her family's failing business and reminded her that their marriage was nothing more than a sterile business contract. With her final ember of hope brutally extinguished, Adaline hacked the birthday cake to pieces, threw a signed divorce agreement on the table, and walked out into the night. A month later, her yacht caught fire and sank into the gray Atlantic waters, leaving behind only her warped platinum wedding ring. Julian knelt on the cold sand, roaring in pure agony as his world ended. He had spent years pushing her away and treating her like a nuisance, only to realize too late that he had completely destroyed the only woman who ever truly loved him. But he didn't know that Adaline wasn't actually dead. Five years later, she returned to New York not as a broken wife, but as Dr. Elara Vance, a world-renowned surgeon with two genius children. This time, she was only here to save her dying aunt, and she swore she would never let Julian Thorne drag her back into his hell.”