Zane Vance’s childhood infatuation, the one that had nestled in the depths of his heart for over ten long years, had finally returned to their homeland after completing her studies abroad. The air was thick with nostalgia, and Zane felt a mix of excitement and dread at the thought of seeing her again.

But then, in a haze of distraction, he forgot their planned meeting to choose her wedding dress. To add insult to injury, he had bestowed the Vice President position at his thriving company upon the very same woman, a decision that left Darcy Gale standing outside his office, her heart pounding with confusion and concern.

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She could hear the muffled voices of Zane and his friend, their conversation seeping through the closed door like a bitter breeze. “Weren’t you going to give the VP role to Darcy? She’s your fiancée-to-be,” his friend asked, a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Zane’s response was dismissive, almost callous. “Is that necessary? I’m the CEO of SummitCore Tech.” His words cut through the air, sharp and unyielding.

A wave of bitterness rose in Darcy’s throat, a sour reminder of her place in Zane’s life. She had sacrificed so much for him, and yet here he was, seemingly indifferent to her presence.

After a moment of silence, his friend pressed on, “After all this time, you still haven’t gotten over Zora, have you?”

Zane’s voice turned rough, laden with unhealed wounds. “The one you couldn’t have in your youth will haunt you for the rest of your life. For me, Zora is that person.”

Darcy felt a memory, long buried in the shadows of her mind, claw its way to the surface. She recalled a night, many years ago, when Zane had murmured Zora’s name in his sleep. At the time, she had dismissed it as mere nonsense, a figment of a dream. But now, the signs had been there all along, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.