When Caleb Kingston made his marriage proposal, despite knowing he didn't harbor true love for me, I, a devoted admirer, agreed to marry him, hoping that perhaps his affection would grow over time. However, three years into our union, I came to realize that my dream of winning his heart was unattainable. Caleb, being a man of stubborn nature, had only ever loved one person, and it certainly wasn't me. He bluntly declared, "She's returned, and she wants me. I won't let this opportunity slip away for anything," as he handed me divorce papers. My heart sank when he coldly responded to my concern for our unborn child, "Terminate it. Do as you wish with it. I couldn't care less." That very evening, after signing the divorce papers, I packed my belongings, vowing to myself that I would return, stronger and more resilient, to prove to this calculating billionaire what he had lost by letting me go.
