hite rose I' d bought for Sophia Chen sat in a slim vase on the table, its petals still perfect. In my pocke
ght, then eight-thirty. I had been w
on your way? G
rep
ng started to creep into my chest. This wasn't like her. She
er company' s marketing director had just posted a story. It was a video, loud and flashy, from the new
e to her new assistant, Leo Davis. The caption read: "Happy birthday to our genius intern Leo! Sophia Chen really know
sn't stuck in traffic. She wasn't in a meeting that ran late. She had forgotten
just that she forgot. It was the scale of it. She rented an e
ld. I walked to the nearest trash can and, without a second thought, took the velvet box out of my pocket. I opened it one last time, looking at the
hing else was hardening: resolve. This wasn't a mistake.
olled to a number I hadn't ca
ring. "Ethan. I was sur
raying none of the chaos inside me.
e other end. "The one c
The arranged mar
is voice came back, firm. "I'll make the call. A
cold. "I've never been more
walking, not caring where I was going. My mind replayed the
eks. "He' s a genius, Ethan. He has this
er eyes bright with an admiration she hadn't shown me in years. He was the son of a tech mogul, the r
dinners at home. More late nights at the offic
phase, Ethan. You, of all pe
tup. I' d poured my savings into it. But this felt different. This fe
sented status and power over the man who had loved her
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