A month later, after the funeral, as I was preparing to leave.

"Anna."

A figure ran towards me—it was Ryan.

"Come back with me. Let's get married."

The man before me had lost his former nobility and aloofness, his eyes now pleading.

"Mr. Williams, we no longer have a relationship."

Things had changed; the wounds I had suffered had scabbed over, leaving scars behind.

I had once invested all my emotions in Ryan, only to receive betrayal in return. The word ‘love' was long gone.

"Just come back, and I'll give you whatever you want—money, a house, the company, everything."

"I'm sorry for how I treated you before, for ignoring...