"Sorry sir, but Madam Vivian is hosting a banquet tonight with her gentleman, and only invited guests are allowed."For a short moment, Kyle thought he had misheard."Her...what?"Then who the hell was he to her?For three years, Kyle had never stepped into Vivian's company building. She had asked him not to, claiming it would complicate things. He completely respected her request. But today was different. Today, marking the third anniversary of their marriage, he wanted to surprise her.Now, he stood in front of a guard who had blocked his path to the elevator.In his hand was a gift box, and inside was a special bracelet he had spent weeks choosing. It sure hadn't been the most expensive piece back in the jewelry store, but it was elegant–a silver band with a tiny sapphire that matched the color of his lover's eyes."I'm sorry," Kyle said to the guard, "but there must be some mistake here. Vivian is my wife."The guard frowned slightly. "Sir, please don't joke like that."Kyle's gr

For a moment, Kyle stood still–staring at the woman in the car.Dora. Of course he knew that name.Anyone with even the slightest exposure to the business world knew it. The acting CEO of Transcorp Enterprise was practically a legend–young, brilliant, and notoriously distant. Newspapers often described her as a woman carved from ice, one whose smile was rarer than a solar eclipse.There had even been wild and persistent rumors that the richest man in Florida City had once pursued her relentlessly, only to be turned down without as much as a second glance.And yet, she was before him–smiling.There was even a trace of relief in her eyes, as though she had finally found something she had been searching for.Kyle frowned slightly."You've got the wrong person," he said at last in a calm voice.Dora let out a soft chuckle, her fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. "No, I don't think I do, young master."Kyle's folded his arms. "You just called me young master the second time.”"Y

Kyle heaved a sigh as Dora's car came to a halt before Vivian Group. The towering glass building reflected the pale afternoon sunlight. Dora handed the documents to him."Don't lose a tooth," she said with a small smile.Kyle chuckled. "I won't. But I pray someone else doesn't."He opened the door and stepped out. Then he walked toward the building's entrance with one hand tucked into his coat pocket.The guards at the entrance immediately stepped forward to stop him. "Yes, who do you–""Wait a minute," one of the guards cut in. He squinted his eyes as he scrutinized Kyle. "I know him. He is the husband of our CEO."Kyle recognized the guard as the one that almost prevented him from getting in the other night."What?" one of the other guards said."That cannot be," another retorted.The guard who recognized Kyle stepped forward and bowed slightly. "You're free to go in, sir."Kyle nodded and walked past them.Inside the elevator, his reflection stared back at him once again from the

Vivian stood motionless beside her desk, staring at the closed doors as though Kyle might suddenly walk back through them.But he didn't, and the realization settled heavily into her chest. He was really gone.Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the edge of the desk."He wasn't just a nobody," she muttered to James' hearing. "He was my husband for three unbroken years."Panic crept into her heart.James stepped closer to her. "Vivian..."She barely heard him. Her mind only kept replaying the look in Kyle's eyes before he walked away. It was cold and final. She had never seen him look at her that way before.Not once in three years.Even when she snapped at him unfairly, he usually smiled helplessly and let it go. So why had today been different?Vivian slowly lowered herself into her chair."I went too far with him," she said quietly.James' eyes flickered. "What?"Vivian rubbed her forehead tiredly. "Kyle..." she swallowed slightly. "For him to react this way...maybe I pushed

Kyle stepped out of the elevator just behind Dora, his posture better than it had been in years. The weight of the morning's confrontation still lingered in his chest, but he refused to let it show."I do hope you learn pretty fast today," Dora muttered as she led him down a wide corridor. "There's a real lot to catch up on."Kyle chuckled. "You've really got no idea.""About what?" she asked as she pushed open a set of double doors made of frost glass."Never mind," Kyle replied in a near whisper."Welcome to the nerve center of Transcorp Enterprise," Dora said, gesturing inside with a graceful sweep of her hand. Kyle walked in slowly, eyes scanning the spacious room. The scent of faint citrus polish hung in the air. A massive mahogany desk dominated one side, its surface quite clear except for a sleek monitor and a framed photograph. He walked over and picked the photograph up. It was of him and his younger sister as children, laughing in the garden behind the family estate.His t