The rain clung to the car windows as Lisa leaned her forehead against the glass. The roads of the city blurred beneath the drizzle, glowing softly under the passing headlights. She had just returned from university for the weekend, but her heart beat too loud for it to feel like home.
"Miss Lisa, we've arrived," the driver said gently, pulling up to the grand Feng mansion.
Lisa stepped out quietly. The house stood like a memory frozen in time—tall, immaculate, and emotionally cold. Her suitcase rolled silently behind her as she entered the home she had grown up in... but never quite belonged to.
"Lisa?"
Her steps faltered.
She looked up and saw Alex, dressed in a sharp black suit, holding a phone in one hand. His eyes—those cold, unreadable eyes—met hers.
"You're back."
The words were simple, but from Alex Feng, they were thunder.
"Yes," she replied, keeping her voice steady. "Only for a few days."
He nodded, his gaze lingering for a second too long. Then he turned and walked up the stairs, as if she were just... anyone.
But to Lisa, he was everything.
She clutched the strap of her bag and swallowed hard.
She had loved him since she was fifteen.
She had hidden it for nearly seven years.
And now... he was engaged.
To someone else.