Maya sat alone on a park bench near her closed boutique, her eyes still red from crying. Her studio was gone—just like that. The place she had poured her heart into, where she had started over after the divorce, was now an empty shell. All her beautiful gowns and sketches were packed away in boxes, some damaged, some lost.

She had fought so hard to rebuild her life. For a while, it felt like things were finally looking up. New clients had started coming in. Elias’s grandmother had supported her. She had been invited to an important banquet. And for once, she had felt proud of herself again.

But now…...