Mason Clarke demanded a divorce. Sophia Evans was overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions, grasping at straws as she asked, “What if I were pregnant?” Mason’s expression remained cold and unmoved. “You’d get rid of it,” he replied. It was as though Sophia had plunged into an icy abyss. In the end, she chose to let go. As time passed, Mason watched her transform into a radiant gem, graceful in every step she took. He grasped her chin, his voice laced with irony, “Sophia, didn’t you promise to love only me?” Sophia smiled faintly, “Apologies, ex-husband. I must have been mistaken.” Later, in the midst of a torrential downpour, he held her in his arms, tears mingling with the rain. “Sophia, can you love me… just once?”