Chapter 1

Everyone in our circle knew I was absolutely obsessed with Damon. And he, in turn, gave me what seemed like a perfect marriage. For three years, he showered me with lavish gifts, never once being stingy, and his life was pristine, without a single whisper of scandal. I truly believed I had finally melted Damon, this impenetrable ice king. Until I saw him with my own eyes – the man who was meticulously neat, taking off his jacket to shield another woman, holding her close in his arms. That’s when I understood. He wasn’t born cold and detached. He simply reserved all his warmth and passion for a woman named Willow. **Chapter 1**

**Chloe's pov**

It was my third wedding anniversary with Damon, and I was heading to the club with a cake and gifts to celebrate his birthday. But just outside the VIP room, I overheard a game of truth or dare that revolved around me. "... Chloe is so good to him, truly treating him like he's made of fragile glass, or fearing he'd melt if she held him too close. "

"Good? Oh, she's good alright. Obedient, understanding, and most importantly, utterly devoted to Damon. But it's just not the same. "

My hand, holding the cake, froze mid-air. I had begged a renowned French pastry chef to recreate the one cake he'd ever praised. The gift I'd prepared for him was a rare antique, one I’d waited three hours at an auction to win. I’d planned to give him a perfect surprise. Instead, hearing those words, a bitter ache twisted in my heart. "You guys never saw Damon and Willow together back then. *That* was living. After Willow left, he was a wreck. If it weren't for the alliance with the Chen family later, and Chloe being so stubbornly persistent, who knows what state Damon would be in right now. "

Willow. The name, like an ice-cold needle, pierced sharply into my heart. My nails dug into my flesh, but I felt no pain at all. Inside the room, another voice chimed in with a mocking laugh,

"Alright, enough with the reminiscing. Damon, I heard Willow is coming back the day after tomorrow. The real queen is returning. What's your plan? "

The VIP room fell silent instantly. I held my breath, desperate to hear his answer. I heard the crisp clink of ice against glass, then his familiar, indifferent voice. He didn't answer. He simply asked flatly:

"Who needs more ice? "

But those four words hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering all my persistence and every fantasy I had ever held. My head spun, buzzing with a hollow ache. I had chased him for six years. I was the darling youngest daughter of the Chen family, bright, bold, and used to getting everything I wanted since childhood. But with Damon, I stumbled. The porridge I made? He gave it to his driver. The portrait I painted? He locked it away in a dusty storage room. Any folder I touched? He would meticulously wipe it down with disinfectant wipes three times, right in front of me. Yet, I refused to give up. I believed my fiery passion would one day melt his icy heart. Eventually, he actually agreed to a marriage of convenience with me. I thought I had won, that my unwavering love had finally moved him. It wasn't until today that I realized the truth. It wasn’t. His heart had simply died. He couldn't marry the woman he loved, so he didn't care who he married instead. And I? I was just the most convenient and obedient choice, appearing at the right time. How ridiculous. My six years of effort, in his and his friends' eyes, was merely a timely saving grace. My palms were slick with moisture, a mix of sweat and the tiny pinpricks of blood where my nails had dug in. I didn't push the door open. Holding everything I had painstakingly prepared, I turned and walked towards the trash can. "Thud. "

A muffled sound. I tossed the priceless cake and cufflinks inside. Along with them, I threw away my heart. ***

**Damon's pov**

Half an hour later, I stepped out of the VIP room. As I rounded the corridor corner, a beautifully decorated trash can caught my eye. Inside, the familiar logo of a high-end French pastry shop came into view, next to it lay a deep blue gift bag. The ribbon peeking out of the bag was my preferred color. But... Why was this in the trash? **Chloe's pov**

I rushed out the club's main entrance, only to collide with someone hurrying in. My body instantly lost balance, and I instinctively reached out, bracing myself against the cold door frame. A sharp, searing pain shot through my wrist at the awkward angle. I stumbled, and the other person also lost their footing. The cake box in my hand tumbled to the ground, the cake splattering miserably on the damp steps, looking utterly pathetic. I bit back a cry of pain and looked up, only to freeze the next second. It was Willow. Before I could even speak, Damon emerged. His gaze swept past me, landing directly on Willow. Willow's eyes immediately reddened, her voice laced with a whimper and profound grievance. "Damon... "

She looked at him pitifully, then pointed at the mess on the ground,

"I'm so sorry... I ruined your birthday cake... "

She then pointed to her own knee, which she'd scraped, though it was barely bleeding. "I wanted to surprise you... I flew back two days early just for this, but I never imagined... "

One sentence, clearly explained everything. She was here for him. Damon's brow furrowed, his face revealing unconcealed distress. He didn't ask what had happened, nor did he hesitate for a second.