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I’ll admit, I wasn’t like those ruthless heroines from revenge novels, cold and calculating with every move. So when Jared offered me a home in one of the most expensive cities in the world, my resolve wavered.

When we first got married, young and foolishly in love, I’d insisted on signing a prenup to prove I wasn’t after his wealth. Jared had resisted at first, but I was stubborn, determined to show everyone–his parents, mine–that I loved him, not his money.

In the end, the agreement was clear: anything Jared chose to give me would be mine, but I had no claim to his company shares or other

assets.

Even now, I had no idea how much he was really worth. But one thing was certain, buying a penthouse in Shariport was nothing more than pocket change to him.

“The property would be solely in your name,” he continued, voice low. “A place for you to escape to when you need space. And you love shopping, don’t you? The boutiques here are unparalleled.”

I crossed my arms. “Why the sudden generosity?”

Jared turned away, his silhouette framed against the city lights. “These past six years… I’ve been too focused on work. I neglected you and

Yvonne. You raised her alone, I know it wasn’t easy.”

He paused. “I understand why you’re resentful. But Victoria… let’s try again. Let’s fix this. Give Yvonne the family she deserves.”

When he faced me again, his expression was unreadable, those dark eyes impossible to decipher. Was he sincere? Or was this just another

game?

previous life, this speech would’ve shattered me. I’d have sobbed into his chest, grateful for scraps of his

time. If men were reliable,

gold bracelets “just because,” stacks of cash slipped into my purse, and now this, a penthouse in Shariport? His motives were murky, but the assets

tremble. “I just… feel lost.” Stepping closer, I blinked up at him with glassy eyes, the perfect picture of

breath. “I’ve always known I wasn’t enough. Now you’re soaring higher, and I’m just… stagnant. It

on my back, pulling me close. “I might lose my way sometimes, but I always come home.”

up, all wide–eyed hope.

fingers trailing through my hair. “Focus on work now. Yvonne’s too young

agreed softly, then slipped from his arms with a calculated pause. “Can we

His gaze flicked to the king–sized bed, then back to

his sleeve, deploying the delicate, pleading

he reached for his

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facade gleaming under the midnight lights. Even at this hour, construction crews worked–proof this was the kind of elite development where money erased inconveniences

but I didn’t need to see interiors to know: this was power, crystallized

tracing imaginary tiers in the air until

“We’ll come back tomorrow after

darling.” I coated the words in

of course, how my eyes now lingered on balance sheets longer than on his face. But he’d misinterpreted greed as insecurity, a flaw he could conveniently fix with more zeroes. Men love playing

he struck: “Victoria.

the man under the streetlamp. Honesty? Please. In my world, truths were just liabilities waiting to be

undeterred. “I want you to look at me like you used to. Like I’m the