Chapter 8

Stepping into the crisp morning air, I found Castro waiting – a portrait of calculated perfection in his bespoke Tom Ford suit, the one that had always made my heart skip.

A cascade of ivory roses trembled slightly in his grip, betraying the tension beneath his polished facade.

“Aveline, look,” his voice cracked with practiced remorse, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. That day… I was completely out of line. Raising my hand to you…”

presence makes you

“Oriana is just…” he swallowed hard, “history. A closed chapter. If her presence uncomfortable, I’ll cut all ties. Just say the word.”

I studied him, wondering what game he was playing. His devotion to Oriana had been obvious to anyone with eyes.

Now that she was back, why chase me across an ocean instead of embracing his happy ending?

Interpreting my silence as hesitation, he pulled out a Cartier red leather box and dropped to one knee.

“Let me spend forever making it up to you,” he breathed, his voice taking on that honeyed tone that had once convinced me of anything.

“Marry me. From now on, there will only be room for you in my life.”

The rare pink diamond in the box sparkled – a scene I’d dreamed of countless times. Thank God he’d never given it before.

I reached out slowly, watching hope bloom in his eyes before I snapped the box shut with a decisive click.

“I fell for you because I thought you were honorable and exceptional. Instead, I found a

a placeholder, and felt no

like that?”

color drained from his face, but

like physical blows. “To someone who doesn’t

Chapter 8

up, eyes wide

other briefly, I respect him deeply. He’s not only handsome but genuinely kind, engaging, and most importantly- a man of integrity.”

contact me again.”

circling my wrists with desperate strength.

“Aveline, please…”

cracked, his perfectly maintained facade crumbling. “I was a fool. I thought Oriana was my

his voice trembled with desperation. “I couldn’t eat or sleep. Christ, I was so desperate I found

calculated charm, were red–rimmed and wild. “Seven years together. All those mornings waking up to your smile, all those nights falling asleep to your heartbeat. How can you just

me honestly, Castro. During those seven years, who were you really seeing?

against his grip, disgust rising

Hermès scarves, the Cartier jewels–none. of them had been chosen for me.

carefully selected to transform me into Oriana’s mirror image.

methodically molded me into her image,

twist, I stumbled backward, only to be steadied by strong hands. Alexander’s

here long?” I whispered, catching a whiff of

“Long enough to witness

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