The evening sky had dimmed as Evalina stood in front of the grand house she once called home. Her hand clutched a spare key she hadn’t touched in days. A storm of anxiety churned in her chest, laced with a fury that threatened to explode. She had seen the headline—one that burned her eyes like fire:

"Hunter Jackson Engaged to Mysterious Woman from His Past."

Evalina pushed the door open slowly. The silence inside welcomed her with a chilling emptiness. She strode quickly to the living room, and just as she suspected, Amara was there. Elegant as ever, sitting calmly with a small, victorious smile.

“Oh? I heard you finally...