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    “Even though we’re divorced now, I’ll win her back someday,” Kristian said, and there was no room for debate in his voice. “You don’t stand a chance. Got it?”


    Whatever little hope Cyril had left was crumbling fast. “But… but why did Lionel…”


    “That’s something you can ask him,” Kristian cut in, clearly done with the conversation. Then came the final blow. “While you’re still not too deep in, walk away. Don’t end up with nothing.” In that moment, all of Cyril’s excitement copsed.


    He’d finally met someone who made his heart skip at just one nce.


    He’d already nned the dinner spots, the fun outings, the gifts he’d shower her with once they got back to Alerith. He’d even drafted his whole pursuit strategy in his head.


    Kristian, sensing his message hadnded, felt the frustration in his chest ease, though his gaze stayed frigid.


    “Wait!” Cyril called out as Kristian turned to leave.


    Kristian paused and looked back at him.


    Cyril’s palms were slick with sweat, nerves frayed and raw.


    But he had to ask the question burning inside him. “Can I ask… why did you two get divorced?”


    If Kristian really loved her, how did it all fall apart?


    Kristian’s expression hardened further.


    Was this guy still clinging to some kind of hope?


    “I just want to know if there’s really no chance at all,” Cyril said, his voice tight as he stood there, braving the chill in Kristian’s eyes.


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    Sometimes in life, you meet someone and just know they’re the one. If you don’t go after it, you’ll regret it forever.


    Kristian didn’t offer a direct answer. Instead, he said, “If you really want to know, ask her yourself.”


    With that, he turned and walked off, not bothering to give Cyril another second.


    Cyril opened his mouth, wanting to ask where Freya was now, why she hadn’te back with him.


    But as he watched Kristian’s distant figure disappear, cold and unreachable, the words never came. He stood frozen in ce, swallowed by a mix of emotions, as the fragile thread of hope unraveled in his hands.


    Now that Kristian hadid his feelings for Freya bare, Cyril’s own feelings for her deepened, taking root before he even realized it.


    When Liam strolled back after wrapping up his tasks, he spotted Cyril standing off to the side, looking thoroughly dejected. Clueless about what had gone down, Liam stepped closer and asked, “What’s with the face? You look like you just got hit by a truck.”


    “Liam…” Cyril’s heart was in knots.


    Liam quirked a brow. “What?”


    Why did Cyril look like someone who’d just gotten dumped before he even had the chance to date?


    “You knew Freya was your brother’s ex-wife. Why didn’t you say anything?” Cyril asked, his voiceced with unease.


    Liam stopped in his tracks. “Who told you that?”


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