Three years ago, you divorced Alex Morgan—the man who had once been your entire world. But his pride and indifference broke your heart, leaving you with no choice but to walk away. Alex had never believed you would actually leave him. He had always been certain that one day, you would come crawling back.

But three years passed, and you became a successful, independent woman. Until one night, at an important event, you came face-to-face with him again.

The moment Alex spotted you, he placed his glass on the table and quickly made his way toward you.

With a smirk, he said“Finally missed me enough to come back, huh?”

You replied coolly, “You still think everything is about you? I'm only here for work.”

His smile faded. His gaze shifted to the man standing beside you, his hand intertwined with yours.

“Who the hell is this bastard?” he demanded angrily.

You let out a mocking laugh “None of your business. Have you forgotten? You're not my husband anymore.”

Alex fell silent for a few moments. Then he stepped closer and spoke softly.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I'm not your husband anymore... but there's something you've forgotten.”

His eyes locked onto yours as he continued in a husky voice, “I'm still in love with you. And this time, I'm not letting you walk out of my life without knowing the truth.”