Hunter Perry’s expression darkened as he watched Mina Long hobble awkwardly on her crutches, deliberately putting distance between them. A flicker of frustration cut through him. Ever since she’d gotten out of prison, she’d grown more and more independent. Still, he wanted to fix things between them.

“Mina, what the hell are you doing?” Hunter’s voice was edged with impatience, his tone dripping with condescension. “It’s just a pendant. Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?”

Mina met his stare with icy calm, a cold wave of realization washing over her. He knew exactly what that pendant meant to her—and he’d still brushed it off like it was nothing. It was clear now: she meant next to nothing to him.

Not that it mattered anymore. She was leaving in three months. His indifference no longer had the power to touch her.

“Mom, can you just stop?” Vincenzo’s scowl mirrored his father’s, his voice taking on the same cutting tone. “You’re being irrational. Where’s your dignity? Your maturity? You’re supposed to be a mother.”

A humorless laugh slipped from Mina’s lips. “So because I’m a mother, I’m supposed to just bury my own feelings?”

Vincenzo hesitated, his boyish face set in stubborn lines, his eyes wary instead of warm. “If you keep acting like this, I don’t want you as my mom. I’ll ask Malani instead. She’s educated and classy—not like you. You’re just a housewife.”

Mina’s gaze hardened. If she hadn’t married into the Perry family and given birth to Vincenzo, she could’ve had a PhD by now. She’d chosen not to, because she wanted to be a devoted mother. And now the education she’d sacrificed was being used as a weapon against her?

The irony was almost laughable.

The son she’d carried for nine months had inherited Hunter Perry’s ice-cold demeanor.

A faint, ironic smile touched her lips. “You’re right. Maybe I’m not fit to be your mom.”

Hunter’s expression turned harder. “Mina, what exactly are you trying to say?”

Mina fought a silent battle inside herself, but kept her expression steady. “I’m saying I won’t be your mom anymore. You can choose whoever you want.”

She turned to Vincenzo, her voice soft but resolute. “I hope you won’t regret this. And take care of yourself—your health isn’t great.”

“You think I want you as my mom?” Vincenzo exploded, his face flushing red. “I’d choose Malani any day!” He snatched a box of Legos off the shelf and hurled it to the floor. “Who needs your nagging? You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore!”

Lego pieces scattered across the floor. Mina glanced at them, a dull ache twisting in her chest. That set had been his birthday gift—they’d spent hours putting it together, side by side. Now it was just another broken memory.

She said nothing else. If Vincenzo wanted his precious Malani, he could have her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mina! I never thought it would come to this.” Malani covered her mouth, a flicker of triumph barely hidden beneath fake concern. “If I’d known how you felt about me, I never would’ve visited.”

“Mina, what kind of drama are you stirring up now?” Hunter’s irritation hardened into cold disdain as he seized her wrist—too tight. “I regret marrying you more than anything.”

Mina smiled bitterly. “Let’s get a divorce, Hunter.”

He’d broken her spirit for Malani. Now she’d give him and his son exactly what they wanted—freedom.

Hunter’s brow furrowed deeper, and a cold laugh escaped him. “Have you lost your mind after those three months in prison?”

His voice was ice, his stare pinning her in place. All these years, he’d been distant—but never like this. Never this angry.

“Mina, where will you go without the Perry family?” His voice sent a chill down her spine. “I’ll cut off every card you have until you come to your senses.”

Mina almost laughed. She wanted to tell him she’d be gone in three months, but Malani’s exaggerated “ouch” cut through the air first.

Hunter let go of Mina’s wrist so abruptly she nearly fell. She caught herself on the arm of the couch, barely keeping her balance. When she looked up, Malani was already leaning into Hunter’s arms.

“Hunter, my leg hurts! What if I can’t dance anymore?” Malani’s voice dripped with fake distress, and the worry that flooded Hunter’s face cut straight through Mina. She let out a breath and managed a bitter smile.

Maybe this was fate. She was meant to slip away quietly, without even a proper goodbye.

“I’ll have the divorce papers drawn up, Hunter. Make sure you sign them.” Mina spoke calmly, without looking back, and left the room on her crutches.

Her frail, limping figure made a lonely exit, stirring something deep inside Hunter. He crushed it down before it could take root.

“Oh, what a misunderstanding.” Satisfaction flickered in Malani’s eyes before she hid it. “Honestly, women can be so melodramatic. Everyone knows we’re practically siblings, Hunter—and I’m happily married!”

“Why don’t you go comfort her?” Malani suggested, all innocence. “Even though she pushed me, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m not as fragile as your wife.”

Irritation flashed through Hunter’s eyes. He lowered his gaze, impatience sharpening his voice. “There’s no need. Let her throw her tantrum. She has nowhere to go in this city. As for you—you can’t get hurt. Your legs are far too valuable.”

For years, Mina had gotten upset over Malani, but a new handbag always smoothed things over. Now, with no support and no credit, she couldn’t do much. Her outbursts were just her way of begging for reassurance. After what she’d done for Malani, he owed her some compensation.

Vincenzo sidled up and wrapped his arms around Malani. “That’s right, Malani! She’s always like this. Mom and Dad spoiled her. She’ll come around in a few days.”

He glanced at the shattered Lego pieces on the floor. A pang of regret hit him, but he shoved it down. His mom loved him and his dad too much to really leave them. She was just speaking in the heat of the moment—like always.

When Mina left the Perry house, she realized she had nothing—not even cash. Hunter was right.

With her cards cut off, she was alone, stranded in a city that had never truly been hers. As she stood at the roadside, lost in the blur of her own thoughts, a smooth, almost hypnotic voice cut through the noise. “Mina.”

The voice had a familiar, soothing warmth that tugged at her memory. Mina turned. A man lounged effortlessly against the door of his car, the dark vehicle making his pale skin stand out. A few strands of silver hair fell across his forehead, framing eyes that were mischievous and utterly captivating.

He carried himself with a quiet, effortless elegance. His lips curved into a faint smile as his gaze flicked briefly to her injured leg. “Need a ride?”

Mina Long’s fingers tensed slightly as she looked up to meet the man’s captivating gaze, his silver hair snagging her attention. After a brief pause, she mustered a faint smile. “Josiah Burke?” His face overlapped with the memory of a boy—battered, bloody—who had once held a knife to her throat in a desperate attempt to protect himself. The Josiah from back then had been distant, guarded. The man before her now carried a calm authority, as if he’d shed the harshness of his youth. “I’m surprised you remember me.” Josiah paused, humor crinkling the corners of his eyes. It had been far too long.

Mina was just as taken aback. Before she married, she’d studied medicine overseas. That was where she’d saved Josiah after he was shot. Seeing someone from a similar background in trouble, she couldn’t just walk away. And yet, the moment he regained consciousness, Josiah’s instinct was to hold a knife to her throat. Back then, Josiah had been a brooding boy with striking looks and a hostile edge—the kind that made Mina pity him. But after Malani Castillo returned and brought chaos with her, that empathy slowly faded. Soon after, Mina rushed home and got married. Josiah had even emailed her, wishing her happiness in her new marriage. She hadn’t expected that, upon meeting again, he’d be so composed and sophisticated—like he’d become a different person.

“Need a ride?” Josiah’s voice was deep and magnetic. Polite on the surface, but there was an undercurrent of insistence.

Mina glanced at the car he leaned against—a Rolls-Royce—hesitated, then ducked her head and climbed in.

When they’d met overseas, Josiah had been a struggling student, barely making ends meet. His expressive eyes had often softened her heart—part of why she’d decided to help him. But now she was the one who’d fallen on hard times.

From the backseat, Mina let out a light laugh and teased, “Seems like life’s been treating you well these past few years. Did you hit the jackpot?” Josiah paused, humor sparkling in his eyes. “I rented it.” “Really?” Mina blinked. “I’ve got a client in town. Had to rent a fancy car and watch to make a good impression.” His tone was relaxed, without a hint of shame about the act. Mina couldn’t help but chuckle. From the backseat, she studied him. His suit and watch might have been rentals, but his air of refinement was unmistakably real. He played the part convincingly.

Their eyes met briefly in the rearview mirror. A tremor went through her heart, and she quickly looked away.

“So, Mina, about your injuries…” Josiah’s gaze drifted over her wounds and settled on her pale face. “Do they hurt?” His voice was steady, gentle in a way that felt carefully restrained. “Just a clumsy fall,” she replied, lowering her gaze. Her smile was tinged with bitterness. She probably looked wretched and pitiful to him. But they weren’t close enough for her to spill personal details.

A quiet settled between them as warmth filled the car. At some point, Mina drifted off to sleep. Josiah, however, kept his gaze on her, watching the sleeping woman. Her long lashes fluttered softly, hinting at some hidden tension, yet her serene beauty remained untouched. The information he’d uncovered flickered through his mind, fueling a barely contained anger. His eyes, dark and intense, gleamed with a chilling fervor. After a moment, he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. A soft smile touched his lips as he murmured, almost unwilling to disturb her peaceful rest, “Mina, if I fail to take care of you, don’t hold it against me…”

The car stopped in front of an unfamiliar apartment building. When Mina woke, she was momentarily disoriented. “Where are we?” “I’m not sure where you’re headed, but I figured you might need a place to stay. It belongs to a friend of mine, and it hasn’t been rented out,” Josiah explained. His tone was casual, carrying a slight note of persuasion. “Want to take a look?”

The apartment was well-appointed, bathed in natural light. Mina hesitated at the doorway, knowing a place like this was beyond her reach right now. The irony wasn’t lost on her. She had dedicated herself to the Perry family, working tirelessly for their company, even liaising with clients. Yet all that money ended up in Hunter’s pockets. Even her credit card expenses had been under his control, and at any minor disagreement, he cut her off financially. Meanwhile, Hunter casually transferred money to Malani, dressing it up as “caring for her sister.”

A bitter smile edged her lips as she shook her head, deciding against it. “Thank you for your kindness, but I…” Josiah seemed to sense her reluctance and gently interrupted, “If you’re worried about the rent, you can stay here for a few days. No rush on discussing payment.” His tone was gentle, yet it carried a resolve that left little room for negotiation.

As Mina lingered in indecision, Josiah handed her the keys. “The rent is quite affordable.” He named a price that made Mina’s eyes widen in surprise—it was practically a steal.

Overcome with gratitude, she smiled and thanked him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Also,” Josiah’s voice was soft and easy as he continued, “I happen to know a reputable divorce lawyer here in the city. It might be useful, so… care to exchange contact information?”

His unexpected kindness caught Mina off guard, and her voice trembled slightly as she replied, “Thank you.”

If it meant finally gaining her freedom, she truly hoped for a smooth divorce. So she didn’t refuse his offer. After marrying, Mina had changed her phone and number, losing contact with Josiah in the process. Now, she took his phone and entered her contact details.

“You’re welcome,” Josiah said, watching her with a meaningful gaze. “Mina, I hope you regain your freedom soon.”

With that, he closed the door and departed. Mina watched his departing figure, an inexplicable feeling stirring within her. Somehow, she sensed that Josiah was far more eager for her divorce than she had expected. Yet Josiah had no connection with Hunter—he was merely an ordinary man, far removed from her husband’s world. Nonetheless, she dismissed the thought, her resolve strengthening as she surveyed the apartment with renewed determination. No matter what, she was set on proceeding with the divorce.

Outside, as Josiah shut the door, his smile faded, giving way to a menacing aura. His silver hair framed his face, radiating a magnetic allure as he idly fiddled with the ring on his finger, his voice laced with a lazy drawl. “Mina, this time, I won’t let you go.” Had it not been for that twist of fate, you would have been mine all along. As for Hunter Perry, he would pay for his actions.

The apartment had dimmed to a soft gloom. Mina Long flicked on the light and soaked up the rare peace and quiet. The Perry house was always chaos—Vincenzo was wild, a little menace who raised hell whenever she tried to help with homework or get anything else done. Hunter thought she had it easy at home looking after their son, but he had no clue she never got a second’s rest there.

Mina listened to the wall clock tick, her emotions churning until all she wanted to do was cry.

Ding—

The shrill ring cut through her thoughts. When she saw Hunter Perry on the screen, she hit reject on instinct. But Hunter wouldn’t let up. He called again and again until the noise wore her down, and she finally answered.

Hunter’s voice was cold. “Mina, it’s late. Why aren’t you home? Where are you?”

There was anger underneath, tightly leashed, but he acted like everything was fine. Mina laughed without sound, irony washing over her. This was how their fights always went. He’d ice her out for days, then come back pretending nothing had happened, never once dealing with the real problem.

“Hunter, we’re getting a divorce. Did you forget?” Her voice was calm. Almost emptied of feeling.

Hunter’s face went dark. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles went white. “Mina, are you going to make a scene again? What’s the point of all this drama?”

“Drama?” Mina let out a dry scoff. “How much clearer do I need to make it? I want a divorce. Be ready to meet me in court.”

A small, confused voice piped up from the other end. “Why are you trying to appease her, Dad? Mom’s just acting up. If you indulge her, it’ll only get worse.” Then Vincenzo’s voice sharpened with indignation. “Honestly? I’d rather she didn’t come back at all.”

A sharp sting stabbed through Mina’s chest. Her fingers curled slightly as she lowered her gaze. “I won’t be back. I’ll have the divorce papers ready in a few days.” Then she hung up.

She didn’t want to sit with it. She lay down and let sleep pull her under.

Meanwhile, back at the Perry house, Hunter’s scowl deepened. He slammed his phone into the wall, shattering it. Mina used to be so obedient. A little tantrum, a few sweet words, and she’d settle right down. Now she had the nerve to stay out all night? She was getting way too bold.

He dropped onto the sofa and let out a long breath. It had to be his own indulgence that had made her like this. He’d like to see how she planned to get by in the city without a dime.

And yet, a strange emptiness gnawed at him. Vincenzo, watching his father’s outburst, hesitated. “Dad, is she really not coming back?”

Mom loved him more than anything. How could she not come back? But when he replayed her cold words on the phone, panic flickered through him.

Hunter ruffled his son’s hair, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “No. She can’t leave us—or this city.” But unease twisted in his gut. Their home was missing her. During her three-month absence, the house hadn’t felt empty. Now, not even a day had passed, and something already felt off.

Hunter shook his head, wondering if he’d lost it.

The next morning, a knock woke Mina. She opened the door with her hair a mess and found Josiah Burke standing there, mischief dancing in his eyes.

He smiled and slipped past her before she could invite him in.

Mina blinked, caught off guard. “Did you need something?”

Josiah set down the two big bags in his hands, lips curving into a grin. “As your neighbor, I brought you a housewarming gift.”

“Neighbor?” Mina asked, softer now.

Josiah started unpacking the bags into the fridge. “I’ve got a difficult client in town, so I rented my friend’s place next door.”

Something strange washed over Mina, but she didn’t say anything else. She watched Josiah move around her kitchen like he belonged there, and her chest tightened.

In the Perry house, Hunter never lifted a finger. Once, she’d asked him to sweep, and he’d looked at her with icy disdain. Now she realized it wasn’t that he couldn’t do chores—he just saw them as her job.

Josiah started cooking, and Mina caught herself staring at his back, lost in thought. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the apron tied at his back accentuating his lean frame. He looked like a model—elegant, with an air of old money. Anyone would take one look and call him a gentleman.

Hunter never cooked. He never even set foot in the kitchen. He used to say gentlemen stayed out of the kitchen—yet she’d once caught him making pasta for Malani Castillo.

Realizing she was thinking about Hunter again, Mina let out a bitter chuckle. After all, they’d been married for years.

A bowl of pasta landed in front of her, snapping her out of the past. She looked up and met Josiah’s playful gaze.

“What were you thinking about? Try my cooking,” he teased. His hair fell around his bright eyes like a scatter of fallen stars—so captivating it was almost unfair.

Mina’s heart gave a traitorous little tremble. She quickly lowered her gaze and took a bite. The heat made her wince. Her first instinct was to spit it out, but she forced it down, swallowing the scalding mouthful.

Almost instantly, tears welled in her eyes.

For years, she’d longed for a meal made by Hunter—something that would make her feel like she was truly his wife. But he and Vincenzo were cold and indifferent, never once asking what she wanted.

Mina looked up, tears still clinging to her lashes, and forced a smile. “Thank you. It’s delicious.” She looked pitiful.

Josiah’s playful smile faded. His brows knitted. “Why are you crying?”

Without his smile, he was formidable. They weren’t close enough to share their pain, so Mina lowered her eyes and shook her head.

The bond they’d formed overseas years ago had probably faded with time. Josiah had already shown her so much kindness; she couldn’t ask for more.

He didn’t push. After she finished eating, he washed the dishes and left.

Her father’s call came through just then. His voice was overbearing. “Mina, why’d it take you so long to answer? I’m your father. How dare you ignore my calls?”

Mina frowned, sarcasm flickering through her. “I didn’t see it. What is it?”

“My birthday’s in two days,” he said. “Bring Hunter and Vincenzo.”

Mina’s frown deepened, irritation prickling under her skin. “They’re not available. Vincenzo has school.”

“What’s more important than celebrating my birthday? A son-in-law should make time for that.”

Before she could protest, he hung up.