Everyone knew Evelyn was Sean's cherished darling for eight long years—his jewel, his obsession, his future bride. The world waited, breath held, for her return from abroad, anticipating the grand union of the golden couple. But in a single night, Sean shattered her wings, forcing her to crawl back to him. Not for love. Not for mercy. But for revenge. Years of meticulous plotting had led to this: he would possess her, break her, make her pay. Yet Evelyn didn't crawl. She burned. Before Sean could savor his victory, she turned and walked straight into the arms of the one man he feared—Nathaniel, the untouchable fantasy of an entire generation, the devil in a tailored suit who made empires tremble. The world whispered: "Nathaniel? That heartless playboy? He’ll tire of her in weeks." They scoffed: "She's just another conquest. Watch—he'll discard her like the rest." Then a video went viral. In it, Evelyn, cool as ice, broke up with Nathaniel. The truth exploded: It was never Evelyn who needed him. It was Nathaniel—the man who owned the world—who couldn't breathe without her. "Leave me?" He grabbed her wrist, his voice raw. "Not in this life. Not in the next." Evelyn arched a brow. "Oh?" Before she could blink, the ruthless tycoon was on his knees, "Babe," his voice dropped to a gentle murmur, "I’m sorry."