Jonah held me tightly, so I couldn't see the shadowed depth in his eyes when he murmured, "When you cry like that, I lose all my resolve. Even if you're just using me, Maeve, I'll take it."

…

The night was still.

It was early winter in Eventon, yet a faint fragrance of osmanthus lingered in the air. Tiny golden petals drifted across the lake, rippling the surface in widening circles, as though winding around the heart itself.

Jonah was still reeling, overwhelmed by the moment. It was something he'd never dared dream of.

It felt as if invisible threads had wound tightly around his heart, cutting into his flesh. It hurt, but the ache carried a strange relief.

Just like that, he held me close, wrapping his arms around me tightly. As he buried his face in the curve of my neck, his eyes burned with a sharp, swelling sting.

"Maeve."

He wanted nothing more than to crush me into his bones, but in the end, all he could do was whisper in a trembling voice near my ear. "Does it still hurt?"

I was still crying soundlessly, so he kissed my damp eyelids and murmured, "I'll go. Just stop crying, alright?"

But I shook my head and clung tighter to his waist.

In that moment, Jonah realized that even if I asked for his life, he'd give it to me without a second's hesitation.

…

Back at the penthouse suite in Auriel Peak, the room buzzed with liveliness until Rylan suddenly tossed down his cards. "You guys play. I need some air."

Nora started to rise, but he stopped her coldly. "Don't."

He grabbed a cigarette and stepped onto the balcony. Unlocking his phone, he noticed there were still no messages from me. Even the bank card he'd set up for household expenses showed no recent transactions.

That was when it occurred to him that in three years of marriage, I'd only asked him for money thrice.

The first was a year after our family's downfall, when my eldest brother, Martin Keller, was severely injured in an accident. I'd exhausted my savings and still didn't have enough.

The second was when Martin refused to accept being paralyzed. He tried to take his life and nearly didn't make it.

The third was recently, at Auriel Peak, when I ran out of the suite in tears. That night had been Sloane's death anniversary, and Rylan's mood was at its worst. His words had cut without restraint. He never imagined I would ask for a divorce—papers ready, willing to walk away with nothing.

"Rylan, still no word from Mrs. Shaw?" his close friend, Cliff Hendrick, asked.

Rylan took a slow drag of his cigarette and scoffed. "Let her be."

"Don't worry. With the Keller family's mess, she won't last a few days without you. Martin's a bottomless pit."

That was why Rylan was certain I'd never truly get a divorce. Martin and I were very close; I would never leave him or abandon him just like that.

The thought of Martin steadied Rylan's restless heart. Crushing out the cigarette, he replied calmly, "Once she's had a taste of how tough life is out there, she'll understand how easy life was as Mrs. Shaw."

Cliff said, "My grandpa's birthday is in two days. Bring her along. It'll give her an excuse to come back. Women always forgive with just a little coaxing."

He sighed, then added, "Look at Hunter. Ciara's been inseparable from Leonardo in Toommond. You've seen how Hunter's been this past year."

Rylan's fingers tightened around the balcony railing.

Seeing the flicker in his expression, Cliff grabbed his phone and unlocked it with Face ID. Then, he found my number and hit the call button.

Rylan didn't stop him. Maybe deep down, he wanted to make that call too. But all that answered was an automated voice. "Sorry. The number you've dialed is unavailable."

"Great." Rylan let out a cold, short laugh.

I'd blocked him.