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Chapter 6

I stared at the blueprints laid out on my desk. 1402 Lakeview Drive.

I didn't cry. The shock was too deep for tears. Instead, a cold knot formed in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I grabbed my laptop. My hands trembled, but I managed to open the browser and log into the city's public property registry. I needed to see it for myself, I had to find out if Beatrice was being cruel or if my husband was truly this deceitful.

I typed in Zyran's name.

The results appeared instantly. There it was.

1402 Lakeview Drive, Penthouse B. Owner: Zyran King. Purchased: May 12th.

Exactly five years ago.

A gasp escaped my lips. I slammed the laptop shut and covered my mouth with my hand.

He kept it. For five years, through our entire courtship, our wedding, and our four years of marriage, he had hidden this dream house he bought for another woman. He paid the taxes and the maintenance and kept it waiting for her.

The bedroom door clicked open.

I jumped, quickly wiping my eyes. Zyran entered. He had taken off his suit jacket and tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked tired.

"Mother and Clara just left," he sighed, walking toward his closet to remove his watch. "Mina is finally asleep in the guest room, the house is quiet."

He spoke so casually, as if we were a normal couple discussing guests.

I sat frozen at the desk, my hand lay flat on the blueprints.

Zyran turned and noticed me. His dark brows furrowed. "Roosevelt? Are you alright? You look pale. Is your ankle hurting again?"

He approached me. His eyes fell on the blueprints spread across my desk.

"You are working late," he said softly. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers were warm, but his touch burned my skin. "I told you there is a rush, but you don't need to wear yourself out. The design can wait until tomorrow."

I looked up at him. His dark eyes had what seemed like genuine concern. How could he appear so caring while hiding such a massive lie?

"Zyran," I said. My voice sounded empty, even to me. "This penthouse, the one at Lakeview Drive."

His hand dropped from my face. The muscles in his jaw tightened. "What about it?"

"It's a beautiful property," I said slowly, watching his every reaction. "The layout is very specific. It has a custom nursery connected to the master suite, did the previous owners build that?"

Zyran looked away and shifted his weight, slipping his hands into his pockets. He couldn't meet my gaze.

"Yes," he said smoothly. "The previous owners."

He wasn't just hiding his past, he was actively deceiving me to protect Mina's comfort.

"It must have been expensive to buy it on such short notice," I pressed, my heart racing. "Closing a deal today must have been stressful."

"My real estate team handled it," he said quickly. He turned his back to me and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower, we both need some sleep."

He closed the bathroom door, leaving me alone.

He lied to my face without flinching, without a hint of guilt.

I looked down at my flat stomach. He will lie to us too, I thought, a bitter tear finally falling. He will always put her first.

The next morning, I didn't wait for Zyran to wake up.

I left the Safe House before the sun was fully up. I took a cab straight to Lakeview Drive. I couldn't just sit in my office and design this place from a piece of paper. I needed to stand inside the house my husband built for his first love. I needed to face reality so I could finally wake up from my own foolish dreams.

The building was magnificent, a towering structure of glass and steel. The secu handed me the keys immediately when I showed him my ID and the design firm's authorization.

"Penthouse B," the security smiled politely. "It's a beautiful unit, Mrs. King. Though it has been empty for quite a while."

"I know," I murmured.

I rode the private elevator to the top floor. My hands gripped my purse tightly. I expected to see an empty, dusty apartment.

The elevator doors chimed and opened, revealing a private foyer. I slid the key into the door and pushed it open.

I stepped inside, and the breath was knocked out of my lungs.

The penthouse wasn't empty.

It was fully furnished and it wasn't just standard hotel furniture. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Morning sunlight filled the room, highlighting the emerald green velvet sofa, the gold-accented coffee table, and the hand-painted floral wallpaper in the dining room.

I dropped my purse. It hit the floor with a loud thud.

I walked slowly into the center of the living room, my eyes wide with a horrified realization. I touched the back of the velvet sofa. I traced the pattern on the custom silk drapes.

I recognized these drapes, I recognized this sofa. I knew the exact shade of paint on the walls.

Five years ago, when I was just a junior assistant at my design firm, I got an anonymous commission. A wealthy client wanted a penthouse designed for his bride-to-be. It was my very first solo project. I had poured my heart, my soul, and all my romantic dreams into creating the perfect love nest for a couple I had never even met.

I looked around the room, everything spinning around me.

Zyran didn't just ask me to decorate his ex-girlfriend's house.

He had brought me here to destroy the very first home I ever designed... so I could build her a new one.

But the question was, does he know i was the one who decorated this house then?

I didn't cry in the penthouse. I refused to let the ghost of my husband's past break me.

Instead, I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and called my lead contractor.

"I need a crew at Penthouse B immediately," I said, my voice steady and cold. "We are tearing it all down. Remove the velvet, tear down the wallpaper, I want it gutted to the concrete by tomorrow morning. We are going with a sterile, ultra-modern minimalist look. All white and no warmth."

If Zyran wanted me to build his ex-girlfriend a home, I would give her a museum. I would erase every memory of the love I had mistakenly poured into this place five years ago.

And that's exactly what I did.

For two grueling weeks, I threw myself into the project. I worked from dawn until dusk, battling morning sickness and exhaustion pulling at my bones. I avoided Zyran as much as I could, using the tight deadline as my excuse.

I played the game perfectly. I smiled when Mina asked for a bigger closet. I nodded politely when Zyran stopped by to check on the progress. I kept my secret, my baby, safe behind my silence.

Finally, it was done.

Mina moved out of the Safe House, and Zyran and I returned to our main mansion.

It was Friday evening. The house was quiet. For the first time in weeks, there was no high-pitched giggling from the guest room. There were no surprise visits from Beatrice.

I stood in front of the mirror in our master bedroom, smoothing down my silk robe. My stomach was just beginning to show a small, barely noticeable bump. I rested my hand over it, feeling a sudden flutter of hope.

Mina is gone, I thought. She has her own place now. Maybe the nightmare is over. Maybe tonight, I can finally tell him about you.

The bedroom door opened, and Zyran walked in.

He looked incredibly handsome. He had removed his tie, and his dark hair was slightly messy. When he saw me standing there, the tense lines around his mouth softened and he actually smiled.

"The house is finally ours again," Zyran said, letting out a long sigh as he placed his briefcase on the armchair.

He walked over to me, my heart did a familiar leap in my chest. He reached out and gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin.

"You did an incredible job, Roosevelt," he said softly, his dark eyes looking into mine. "Mina loves the penthouse and she feels safe there. Thank you for that, I know it wasn't easy."

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes for a moment. "I just wanted us to get back to normal, Zyran. I missed... us."

"I missed us too," he whispered. He kissed my forehead.

He pulled back and reached into his suit jacket pocket. He took out a sleek, black box and placed it in my hand.

"I know the fire and the stalker ruined our anniversary," Zyran said, his voice dropping. "I haven't been the most attentive husband lately. But I wanted to make it up to you, a fresh start for us, too."

My breath hitched as I opened the box slowly.

Inside, resting on white satin, was a stunning diamond tear-drop necklace. The jewels caught the light from the chandelier and sparkled brilliantly. It was elegant and It was perfect.

"Zyran..." I breathed out, tears filling my eyes. "It's beautiful, thank you."

"Only the best for my wife," he smiled, looking pleased. "I'm going to take a quick shower now. Put it on and let's have dinner downstairs, just the two of us."

He turned and walked into the master bathroom, closing the door behind him. The sound of running water soon filled the room.

I stood there, clutching the box to my chest. A happy tear slid down my cheek. He cared. He really did care. Nixie was wrong, Beatrice was wrong. He had just been helping an old friend, but I was his present and his future.

I placed the box on my drawer and walked over to the armchair to hang up his suit jacket so it wouldn't wrinkle.

As I lifted the heavy designer jacket, something slipped out of the breast pocket and fluttered to the floor.

It was a small piece of thick, crested paper. A receipt.

I bent down and picked it up, planning to throw it away. But the logo at the top caught my eye. Tiffany & Co.

My smile widened. He had gone to Tiffany's today just for me. Curious, I scanned the printed lines to see how much he had spent on his apology.

But as I read on, my smile quickly faded. The warmth in my blood turned to ice.

There were two items on the receipt.

Item 1: Diamond Tear-Drop Pendant.

Price: $45,000.

I swallowed hard and moved my eyes to the next line.

Item 2: Custom Diamond Eternity Band (Size 5).

Engraving: Forever Yours, Z.