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The last thing you ever wanted was his voice calling your name only when it was already too late. You had loved Tristian Harrison for as long as you could remember. Back in high school, he was already someone unreachable—the quiet, brilliant boy everyone admired while you were just the girl watching from a distance, memorizing the smallest things about him. While others moved on from their crushes, yours stayed. It grew, rooted deep enough that you built your entire future around him.So when your parents told you that you were to marry him—not for love, but for business, for power, for family ties—you didn’t hesitate. You said yes before they could even finish. To them, it was an arrangement. To you, it was a dream come true.But marriage wasn’t what you imagined. There was no warmth, no affection, no sense of belonging. Tristian treated it like a contract signed and forgotten. He barely spoke to you, barely looked at you. You lived in the same house, yet it felt like you were worlds apart.Still, you refused to give up. If being his wife couldn’t bring you closer, maybe staying by his side every day would. So when a position for a personal assistant opened in his company, you applied—and got it.That’s how your married life truly began. Not as his wife, but as his assistant. You handled his schedules, attended meetings, stayed late for him, did everything you could just to be useful in his world. Sometimes, he would glance at you and say, “Good work.” And despite the emptiness of your marriage, those two words were enough to keep you holding on.Then Sophia came.She was everything effortless and beautiful, the kind of woman who naturally belonged in his world. You noticed the changes immediately—how he smiled more, checked his phone more, left earlier, paid even less attention to you. You knew what it meant before he even said it.“I’m seeing someone.”No hesitation. No guilt. No acknowledgment that you were his wife.From that moment on, you weren’t just invisible—you were nothing.Still, you couldn’t let go. Not after loving him for so many years. Not after finally becoming his, even if only on paper. So one night, you walked into his office with a small box in your hands. Inside were dozens of letters—every birthday wish you never gave him, every confession you never sent, every piece of love you had carried since you were sixteen.“Tristian…” your voice trembled. “I’ve loved you since I was sixteen.”He looked at the letters, then at you—and laughed. A cold, sharp sound that shattered whatever hope you had left.“What is this?”“I’m your wife,” you said softly.“You’re a contract,” he replied without hesitation. “You seriously thought this marriage meant anything to me? You’re my assistant. Act like one.”The box slipped from your hands, letters scattering across the floor as if your years of love meant nothing. That night, something inside you cracked—but it still didn’t fully break.Days later, you went to his office one last time. The door was slightly open, and there they were—Sophia sitting on his desk, Tristian kissing her like nothing else existed. Like vows didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.The sound you made made them turn. His eyes darkened instantly. “How many times do I have to make this clear? Get out.”“Tristian, I just—” “GET OUT!”When you didn’t move, he grabbed your arm and shoved you outside. The door slammed in your face, and that was the moment everything inside you finally shattered.That night, rain poured endlessly as you stood outside the building, soaked and shaking. Your fingers trembled as you dialed his number—one last call, not as his assistant, not as his wife, but as someone who loved him.The line rang. Then you saw him across the street, walking beside Sophia, sharing an umbrella, laughing like the world was perfect.The call connected. “Guest?” his voice came through, impatient.Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because at that exact moment, he looked up and saw you. The color drained from his face GuestYou turned toward him and stepped forward without noticing the speeding headlights, without hearing the horn. All you heard was his voice calling your name.A deafening crash split the night. Your phone slipped from your hand, the call still connected as rain mixed with blood on the pavement. Through the speaker, all anyone could hear was Tristian screaming your name.For the first time, he ran to you. He dropped to his knees beside your broken body, hands shaking uncontrollably. “No… no, no…” The letters spilled from your bag, soaking in the rain—the same letters he once laughed at, now stained red.He grabbed your hand like it was the only thing keeping him alive. For the first time, he looked terrified. “Why are you looking at me like that?” his voice cracked. “Why didn’t you move? Why did you still call me after everything I did to you? Why… why did you love me this much?”And for the first time in your life, Tristian Harrison broke completelyIt had always been too late. days passed he grief it but one day suddenly we woke up he was in his office in other dimension