“The night you miscarried, Ethan lied about a business deal—he was in my bed.” Emilia’s voice sliced through the chaos as the terrace cracked beneath us, splitting us apart. Time was running out—Ethan could only save one. He chose her. Because she was pregnant. Heartbroken, I signed the divorce papers, burned every trace of him, and flew to Dubai. I built a new life in the arms trade. But Ethan, unable to live with his choice, chased me across continents. At the negotiation table, with desperation in his eyes, he begged me to come back. I didn’t flinch. I raised my chin, my new wedding ring catching the light, coldly meeting his gaze. “You lost me the moment you chose her. And I’m never coming back.”

Chapter 1

After the divorce, I left Canaan without looking back.

I went to Dubai alone to start over.

Just as I was making a name for myself in the Middle Eastern arms dealing circle.

News came from Canaan that my ex-husband, Ethan Scott, was getting engaged to his little mistress.

I caressed the bullet hanging around my neck.

Eight years ago in a shootout in the Golden Trigon, he took this bullet for me, and it missed his heart by a hair's breadth.

After it was removed, he personally made it into a chain and put it on me.

He said softly, "From now on, my life is in your hands."

Now, I ripped the necklace off without hesitation and threw it in the trash.

Nothing but a trophy from the gambling halls—that’s what they called me. They swore I’d never be anything without Ethan.

But seven years later, I returned to Canaan to develop a new mining vein.

At the negotiating table, the man who controlled half of the Golden Trigon's empire had his eyes turn red the moment he saw me.