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.

gone for

over from pain, Atlas had flown across the world to

existence–for her.

ringing filled my ears.

it, my fingers moved on their own,

lock screen

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Years of Love, Seven

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i knew

I was greeted with her faceday–ling bright, rediens,

expression softened every time he

as I tapped into his photo

had the same

“Ivy, age 10.”

“Ivy, age 11.”

“Ivy, age 12.”

to “Ivy, age

carefully documented. And in all of them, she

frantically, my breathing growing shallow.

a single picture of me. Not even

Only her.

heart–his entire being had revolved around her, from

as I clicked into his notes. And then I saw it. His

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climbing a tree. It’s my fault–1 never should’ve planted them in

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got married today. As long as she’s happy, nothing else matters. My

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