Some people lose everything in a single moment.For Vivian White, that moment arrived on a Tuesday. In a text message. Seven words.I'm sorry. I can't do this.She was twenty-six, a billionaire, and standing at the altar in forty-two thousand dollars of ivory silk when her phone buzzed. Four hundred guests. A string quartet. Six years of love — gone before she could set down her bouquet.She rebuilt the way she did everything: fast, cold, without asking anyone for help.What she didn't expect was the board turning on her. The media turning her heartbreak into entertainment. And a cousin she trusted working quietly in the shadows to destroy everything she had left.So she did something reckless. She proposed a contract marriage to a stranger.One year. No feelings. No complications. Just a business arrangement designed to save her empire and silence everyone who thought a broken heart meant a broken woman.Simon Lee agreed.He was calm. Patient. An architect with steady hands and eyes that noticed things she hadn't given him permission to see. He made coffee before she asked. Left warm meals outside her office door. Draped a blanket over her shoulders at three in the morning without waking her.She told herself it was simple.She was wrong.Because Simon Lee was not who he appeared to be. And Vivian White was not as unbreakable as she believed. And twelve months was a very long time to share a life with someone and feel absolutely nothing.This is the story of a contract that became something neither of them planned.A woman who stopped believing in love.And the man who was quietly, patiently, devastatingly proving her wrong.