Attorney Walker looked at me with a face full of sympathy and gave my shoulder a light pat. “Miss Henson, I hope you leave the pain and grief behind soon. As for the division of assets after the divorce, I'll draw everything up exactly as the agreement states. You won't lose a single cent.”

The terms on that divorce agreement were the ones he'd written himself, back when he loved me most: thirty percent of Sanchez Group's shares, and every piece of property in his name worth over ten million, all to me.

Duncan Sanchez, half of everything you have, I helped you win. It was mine to begin with.

The next morning I left the hospital and returned to Shallow Bay. The moment I stepped through the gate, I saw the servants tearing out the sunflowers that had lined both sides of the path, ripping them up in messy clumps, and bending their heads to plant red roses in their place.

No one dared look up at me. Hearing I was back, Kay Henson came out in sky-high heels, smiling. “Sister, you're home. Duncan had the sunflowers pulled out. He said sunflowers are tacky, that only red roses suit me, that they're a joy to look at. You don't mind, do you?”

I clenched my fist, nails biting hard into my palm. That sting was nothing next to even the smallest ache in my chest.

Duncan had planted those sunflowers with his own hands. Back then he'd watered them every single morning, doing it himself. I always felt for him. “Sunflowers aren't that delicate. Just leave it to the servants.”

And he'd always kiss me softly, his eyes bright with a smile. “It's different. These are your favorite sunflowers. I have to look after them myself.”

He used to say he was the sunflower and I was the sun, that he'd grow toward the light and stay by my side forever. And now he didn't even want the symbol of our love anymore.

I forced down the bitterness rising in me and said calmly, “They're pretty. I don't mind.”

I stepped around her and went inside the villa, only to see that our wedding photos, which had hung on the wall, had vanished, replaced by her clumsy paintings. The sight stuck in my throat like a thorn.

Kay hurried in after me and threw out another taunt. “Oh, right, Sister, I had your wedding photos moved to the storage room. Duncan said this painting of mine was good, so I just hung it here.”

I lifted my eyes and met Duncan's. His face was calm, untroubled.

“Look, this will be our home from now on. We'll hang the wedding photos right here, and when our child is born, they can see how much Mom and Dad love each other.”

“All right, then you're never allowed to take them down, not for the rest of your life!”

I wondered which of us had actually believed those young vows.

“It's fine. If Mr. Sanchez agreed to it, then change it.”

With that I started for the stairs, ready to escape the scene, when Duncan suddenly stopped me.

“The doctor said the master bedroom gets good sunlight, better for someone recovering. You take the guest room for now.”

I didn't hesitate, and I didn't get angry. “Fine. I'll go pack my things.”

Kay grabbed my arm, smiling as she answered. “Sister, you don't need to. I already had someone pull all your things out. They're right there!”

I followed her gaze. Expensive gowns, everyday belongings, all of it heaped in the corner by the stairs like a pile of trash. Numbly I walked over and started picking it up, but the housekeeper, Loretta Lambert, saw and rushed forward to stop me.

“Madam, you lost the baby not long ago. Let me.”

Duncan froze and turned to look at me.

“Duncan, I painted a new one. Come see whether it's any good.”

Before he could ask, she was tugging him away. Kay glanced back at me, her face full of triumph.

Loretta looked at me and sighed softly. “Madam, does the master not know you lost the baby?”

I gave a small smile of release.

“No. And he never will.”

The car crash, the miscarriage, all of it. After so long, I came so close to saying it every time. How badly I'd once wanted to tell him we finally had the child we'd been hoping for. But right up until the crash came, I never said it. I'd wanted to tell him too, how much it hurt that the baby was gone. I never managed that either.

He'd handed his whole heart to her, with no thought for me at all. So I no longer wanted to wait for this pity I didn't need.

Late that night, I sat by the window, and Duncan came up behind me.

“Annie, you've changed. You've finally learned to be sensible. But don't worry, once she's recovered she'll move out, and this will still be your home.”

I didn't turn around. My voice was very low. “She doesn't need to leave. I'm the one leaving.”

At that he came around to my side. “You're being difficult again. Where would you even go? Alone, with no one and not a cent to your name. Annie, I told you, as long as you behave yourself, you'll always be my wife, never wanting for anything. Besides, you love me so much, how could you leave me? There's no need to talk like this anymore.”

I stood up so we were eye to eye, and as if something moved through me, I went on. “Duncan Sanchez, I really am leaving.”

He seized my hand. Before he could speak, a servant's voice cut in. “Sir, Miss Henson says the thunder is scaring her and she can't sleep. Please go check on her.”

Duncan let go of my hand without a moment's hesitation. The door slammed shut behind him. He didn't look back.

Lightning and thunder split the sky outside, yet my heart was strangely calm.

“Duncan, this thunder is so frightening. I'm scared.”

“Don't be afraid. I'll always be right beside you, rain or shine.”

Once, a single small roll of thunder was enough to make him drop his work and come home from the office to hold me and soothe me to sleep. But now he didn't remember that either. The line between loving someone and not loving them couldn't have been clearer.

My phone screen lit up with a message.

“Miss Henson, at your father's request, the divorce decree has been finalized ahead of schedule. I'll bring it to you tomorrow.”

A weight lifted in my chest, like a boulder finally rolling off it.

Then my father's text came through: "Annie, everything's ready. We'll come for you tomorrow and bring you home ourselves. I've arranged a banquet in New York to announce your return—to tell all of New York that my daughter is home!"

I turned off the phone. One day left. One day, and then he and I would have nothing more to do with each other.

At dawn, before anyone in the house had stirred, I went to the study and emptied the locked cabinet into a cardboard box.

The 999 love letters he'd written by hand. The six-million-dollar diamond necklace he'd given me on my eighteenth birthday. The cheap matching couple's cups we'd bought together. All of it, into the box.

I didn't know when Kay had drifted to the study door, but she stood there throwing barbs at me.

"Oh? What act is Annette Henson putting on now? After everything you've done, has he ever once looked your way? He stopped loving you a long time ago. Haven't you seen the truth yet?"

I didn't stop what I was doing, and I didn't answer her.

She was standing right in front of me, perfectly fine, not a trace of the sprained ankle that supposedly needed bed rest. All of it was nothing more than an excuse for the two of them to stay glued together, inseparable.

She saw how unbothered I looked, and it irritated her. She yanked me up. "What's with the calm act? Annette Henson, I don't care what you're scheming. He's mine. Everything in the Sanchez family is mine too. You were the one who stole it all from me in the first place!"

I looked at her, unruffled. "Miss Henson, I gave all of that up a long time ago. It's yours. I won't fight you for any of it."

I was six when the Hensons took me in. Camille and her husband doted on me as if I were their own, until I was ten and they found Kay. They told everyone we were twins who'd been separated, but some things can't be faked.

She slandered me, she threw tantrums, and the whole household simply assumed it was my doing. They made me kneel in the family chapel, disciplined me under the family rules. For a long time I didn't understand why she did it, when I'd never fought her for anything. Later I understood that her dislike, her hatred, didn't need a reason.

When Duncan cheated on me with her, of course I screamed at him, asking why. He knew everything I'd swallowed over the years, he was the one who'd ached for me most, and yet to every demand of mine he gave the same offhand answer: "I just suddenly felt she was a lot more interesting than you."

Seeing me lost in thought, Kay shoved me hard. "Heh. Annette Henson, if you didn't exist, I'd be his wife. And now I'm pregnant. He'll divorce you soon enough."

"I wish you well."

The moment I said it, she broke into a violent cough, and Duncan burst in as if he'd been waiting for the cue, brows drawn in concern for her, accusation aimed at me. "Annette Henson! What's gotten into you? You know Kay has asthma, and you deliberately come here to clear out your things."

I clenched my skirt, the words caught in my throat. How fitting.

He didn't ask why I was packing. He blamed me for hurting her on purpose. That was how low I stood in his heart.

I picked up the box and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I'll go throw it out right now. It won't be any danger to Miss Henson."

Duncan grabbed me hard, anger settling into his brow.

"Annette Henson, are you trying to defy me?"

I looked at him, weary. "You've misunderstood. It's true I didn't think it through. I'll go throw out this trash right now."

His eyes went to the corner of something poking out of the box, and he sneered.

"And you still claim it wasn't on purpose? Aren't these your most treasured things? There's no way you'd throw them out. Putting on a show for me?"

"They were treasured once. They don't matter now. They just take up space, so I might as well toss them. Nothing more to it."

Stunned, he let go. I didn't turn back, just kept walking toward the door, when Kay suddenly grabbed my arm and cried out, "Sister, are you angry? It's my fault, I'm too weak, getting Duncan to blame you. I'm sorry."

Then, all at once, she shoved hard against my back, her voice at my ear: "Go die!"

I tumbled down the stairs, the box slamming hard against me, and try as I might, I couldn't get up.

Duncan heard the noise and rushed out of the room. The instant he started toward me, the woman's sobs stopped him in his tracks.

She crouched on the floor, voice trembling with fear. "It wasn't me… I didn't push Sister. She fell on her own. Don't blame me, don't blame me!"

He swept her up at once and soothed her softly. "I'm here. No one's going to bully you."

The pain spread through my whole body. It was as if a hand had closed around my throat, and I couldn't cry out for help no matter how I tried. I watched him carry the woman frantically toward the master bedroom, and a tear slid from the corner of my eye. It hurt so much.

In that moment I thought, is this where I'm going to die…

Then, outside the villa, came the roar of a helicopter touching down, and a figure rushed to me and lifted me up. "Annie, don't sleep. Daddy's here. We've come to take you home."

I smiled, finally at peace, and my consciousness gave way at last.

From this day on, worlds apart, never to meet again. Duncan, we're finally over.