Buxton Corp's CEO got his ex back.

The cost? His pregnant wife vanished without a word.

Month One:

Calvin didn't flinch. Too busy worshiping his so-called true love.

Month Two:

His buddies placed bets on when Angela would come crawling home.

Month Three:

Panic hit. He sent scouts everywhere to find me. Nothing. Not a whisper.

After that, "Angela Astor" turned into a curse word in Auremburg.

But what no one saw?

He missed her so bad at night, it nearly broke him.
Chapter 1
Auremburg, Carmoria.
The Buxtons had this stuck-up traditionsome fancy end-of-year bash where outsiders weren't welcome.
Except this time, someone didn't get the memo.
Enter Gianna Payne. Calvin Buxton's ex. His "one true love."
They strolled in late, dinner already in full swing. Calvin had one arm around her, and guess where they headed?
Straight. To. Me.
I looked at his smug face, and my eyes started to burn.
He was the only guy I'd ever loved. Three years married, and I still hadn't made it past the velvet ropes into his heart.
"Get up. That's not your seat."
No shame. No hesitation. Just straight-up humiliation in front of everyone.
And yeah, he was right. That chair wasn't mineit belonged to 'Mrs. Buxton.'
Legally, that was me. Emotionally? I might as well have been a ghost.
Now that his precious Gianna had slithered back into Carmoria, I was supposed to just... vanish.
Every pair of eyes in that room turned into knives.
I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Years of swallowing this kind of crap had left me numb.
Right as I started to stand, Calvin pulled out a bank card and dropped it like he was tipping a waitress. "Is this enough?"
Gasps and whispers shot across the table like sparks off a short fuse.
Three years in, and this wasn't even the first time he tried to slap a price tag on my pride.
CEO of heartless transactions, that's Calvin Buxton for you.
When I didn't react, he blinked like I'd glitched his system. "We've been married three years. You're not raising your price now, are you?"
Boom. One sentence. Instant pride-killer.
I dropped my gaze, about to say somethingthen Gianna beat me to it.
"Calvin, it's a family event. Don't start drama," she cooed.
Then, like she was doing charity, she slid her bracelet into my hand. "He gave me this for my birthday. It's secondhand now, but you might like it."
I forced a smile, about to pass it back, but she clutched my hand and went in for the kill.
She pointed at my ring and giggled. "That ring? Calvin gave me that too. I told him it was hideous and to toss it. Didn't think someone would actually wear it. Guess you're giving it a second life."
Silence. Thick, choking silence.
I didn't need to look up to feel the stares.
Gossip. Pity. Smirking amusement.
I didn't want anyone's pity.
My nails cut into my palm as I yanked the ring off and set it on the table.
I turned to leave. Calvin's voice stopped me. "Wait. Don't forget the card."
And just like that, I heard itthe sound of my heart cracking.
"Fine."
'Calvin, I forgot to mention... I'm pregnant. And this baby? They'll never know a man like you.'
***
Back home, I stuffed the pregnancy test results behind a stack of sweaters in the closet.
I'd planned to surprise Calvin.
Well, mission accomplishedhe beat me to it.
Perfect.
At the bitter end, we finally synced up.
Mutual disappointment: check.

Chapter 2
I had just closed the closet when the front door creaked open downstairs.
Gianna's voice floated in first, then came the click of her heels. She latched onto Calvin's arm like she owned him.
Honestly? She looked more like the lady of the house than I ever did.
Calvin spotted me and raised a brow. "Gianna doesn't have a place to stay in Carmoria. She'll be living with us for a few days."
"Alright."
Didn't bother asking why, out of all his mansions and penthouses, this was the only option.
Asking would've just made me look pathetic.
I kept my voice low. "Should I move out? Save you the hassle?"
He frowned, clearly not loving the optics. "No need. Just give up the master bedroom."
"Okay."
No fight. No drama. I just turned and started packing. Guest room it was.
As we passed each other in the hallway, Gianna dialed up her voice. "Calvin, you KNOW I'm a clean freak. Have the housekeeper disinfect the roomI can't deal with dirty spaces."
My steps froze mid-stride. I looked at Calvin.
No way he missed what she really meant.
Of course he didn't. He just didn't care.
"It's too late tonight. I'll take you to a hotel. Come back tomorrow after it's cleaned."