Chapter 2

Atlas had never truly forgotten her.

He had merely played his part–pretending to love me, pretending to be the devoted husband–while his heart had always belonged to someone else.

I had underestimated just how deeply he loved Ivy.

The sharp *clatter* of a phone hitting the hardwood floor snapped me out of my thoughts. Atlas’s phone had slipped from his pocket, skidding to a stop at my feet.

I bent down to pick it up, and just as my fingers brushed against the sleek screen, a message popped up.

“Atlas, thank you for taking drinks for me tonight. And the necklace… I can’t accept it. It’s far too precious.”

A cold wave swept through me. The next notification was worse.

A social media post–from Ivy Monroe.

“Love is priceless.”

Attached was a photo–a breathtaking diamond necklace, radiant under the soft glow of candlelight.

I recognized it instantly. The world’s only one of its kind, recently auctioned for an astronomical price–one billion dollars. A mysterious bidder had outspent everyone to claim it.

Now, I knew who that bidder was.

And Ivy? She had posted it fo

me to see. She wanted me to know.

Just last week, Atlas had be?

so busy that he barely had time to eat. He had collapsed from stomach pain and been rushed to the ER. I had been beside myself with worry, torn between anger at his negligence and heartache that he would push himself so hard.

Yet the moment he opened his eyes, he boarded a flight to England.

I had thought it was for work. I had been furious at him for putting his job above his own health.

truth. He hadn’t gone

agony, doubled over from pain, Atlas had flown across the world

existence–for her.

ringing filled my

my fingers

screen flashed open.

06:50

Love, Seven Minutes

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his expression softened every time

I tapped into his photo gallery.

had the same

“Ivy, age 10.”

“Ivy, age 11.”

“Ivy, age 12.”

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life, carefully documented. And

swiped through frantically, my breathing

single picture of me.

Only her.

like his heart–his entire being had revolved around her, from the very beginning

hands trembled as I clicked into his notes. And

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knee today climbing a tree. It’s my

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today. As long as she’s happy, nothing else matters. My life exists to make her

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