Emotions are so overwhelming that love has dissipated

“You’re truly going to marry into the Henry family in Sophie’s place? To that lunatic who got shot and turned into a eunuch?!”

The assistant, who had assumed she was here once again fishing for news about Richard, brightened instantly. As if afraid she might change her mind, he quickly shoved the contract into Nova’s hands.

“Wonderful! You’re finally doing something useful for Mr. Richard instead of adding to his troubles. I’ll call him right now with the good—”

“No.” Nova cut him off, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t tell him yet. Let it be a surprise.” She paused, letting the silence hang. “I’m not fulfilling his wish for free. If I’m marrying Henry in Sophie’s place, I expect something in return.”

The assistant’s pleased expression vanished, replaced by open disdain. “Miss Sophie was practically raised by your father. Can’t you show her a little kindness, too?”

“The daughter of a servant?” Nova’s laugh was cold. “She’s not worthy of my kindness. My father gave his life to save her. Now I’m sacrificing my marriage. Is that not enough? Must everyone in the Nova family die for her before it counts as ‘kindness’?”

The assistant sputtered, his face flushing with anger.

Nova scoffed, her gaze drifting out the window toward the skyscraper by the river. “The old Nova Group headquarters, plus ten billion. Consider it my dowry.”

His pupils contracted in shock. “Mr. Richard spent ten years of blood, sweat, and tears just to move out of that building! All our core data is still there. You’re asking for our foundation!”

“So Richard doesn’t care for Sophie that much after all.” Nova shrugged. “No deal, then.”

Growing impatient, she turned to leave. But the assistant, steeling himself, blocked her path.

The Henrys had wealth and power that drew crowds, but Henry himself was a ruthless madman! Ever since that night, his moods had grown even more unpredictable. How could Miss Sophie be subjected to that?

Gritting his teeth, the assistant gave a tight nod. “Fine!”

Within minutes, a new contract was in Nova’s hands.

She signed without hesitation and stood to leave. The assistant watched her, a strange look in his eyes. “Have you really let go of Mr. Richard? How can you suddenly bring yourself to marry someone else?”

Nova didn’t look back. The heavy slam of the door was her only reply.

*Let go?*

Driving back to the villa, Nova found the study door slightly ajar. Through the gap, she could hear Richard’s voice—gentle, magnetic—as he taught Sophie how to write.

His face held a tenderness she had never seen. He stood behind Sophie, his arms wrapped tightly around her, leaving no space between them. Intimate.

She remembered when Richard had taught *her* to write. He’d never held her hand to demonstrate. Never wasted a word. Only the ruler, striking her palm again and again, never softening even when her skin bruised and swelled.

Grief welled up; tears spilled over. Nova’s nails dug deep into