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    Not in the slightest.


    She had something better now, something far greater than the fleeting emotions she had once felt for him. She was not someone who dwelled on the past.


    Every step she took was deliberate, every choice well considered. Regret was a luxury she had never allowed herself to entertain.


    Meanwhile, Joyce had finished knitting a scarf for Alexander. It was a gift she had worked on tirelessly, picturing the moment she would hand it to him.


    She stepped outside, the scarf clutched tightly in her hands, her heart light with anticipation. But she heard Alexander’s words.


    She stood there, unmoving, as the truth hit her like a gust of cold wind.


    She even wanted tough.


    So this was it. This was the truth.


    No matter what challenges they faced, she had always kept a ce for Alexander in her heart.


    Back then, when the mes raged around her, Alexander had burst into the building and pulled her to safety. He had risked his life for her, not Dani.


    That memory had been her anchor, the reason she had convinced herself to hold onto him.


    And now, she realized the favor she had cherished for so long was nothing more than an illusion.


    Joyce recalled the moment Alexander had told her he couldn’t take it anymore, his voice cold and distant as he dered he wanted a divorce.


    She hadshed out, her words sharp and cutting, but deep inside, she had already started to let go.


    She had always known herself too well.


    She wasn’t the kind of woman who could suppress her temper or swallow her pride for the sake of appearances. Shecked the poise and grace expected of a CEO’s wife. The endless rules, the polite facades, the intricate games of high society—it had never been her world.


    Their marriage had been short, but it felt longer, weighted down by all the ways she didn’t belong. More than once, she had thought about letting go.


    In fact, she had already told herself that if Alexander ever insisted on a divorce, she would agree.


    She had resolved to set him free, and in doing so, she would free herself as well.


    But now, he was saying that he had saved the wrong person.


    Joyce discovered that the favoritism she once believed in was merely an illusion.


    This epiphany rendered her previous decision to walk away almostical.


    Sheughed so intensely that tears cascaded down her cheeks.


    As sheughed, Dani and Alexander turned around, drawn by the sound.


    Tightening her grip on her scarf, Joyce inhaled deeply and straightened up. She then draped the scarf around her neck.


    She affirmed to herself that a man incapable of loving her was unworthy of her heart.


    With the scarf securely in ce, Joyce approached Dani and Alexander.


    Alexander, looking bewildered, watched as Joyce confidently linked her arm through his. With a superficial smile, she asked, “Why haven’t you left yet? What were you discussing with my sister?” Her smile, though faint and unconvincing, did not reach her eyes, hinting at the coldness behind it.


    Alexander frowned deeply.


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