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In Khark's high-society scene, all the young heirs partied hard—except for Joshua Ortega. Everyone knew he was notoriously devoted to me; if I left his side for even an hour, he'd lose it. But on the day I found out I was pregnant, I got a mocking video from my junior, followed by a flurry of taunting texts. [Margie, do you have any clue how hooked Joshua is on me? Three days, eight boxes of strawberry-flavored ultra-thins—all gone!] [Too bad you're so uptight and boring. That kind of thrill? Only I can give it to him. Tonight, he's mine again—he just stepped out to call you.] Right then, my phone rang. I took a deep breath and answered. "Honey, the company's got an out-of-town music festival to attend..." I cut him off mid-sentence. "Go ahead. They're waiting for you." I hung up, drew up a divorce agreement, grabbed my packed suitcase, and boarded a plane. I never imagined it would crash, killing me and my unborn twins—one body, three lives lost. When I opened my eyes again, I'd been sent back to the year he loved me most. Staring at the man kneeling before me on one knee, ring in hand, I said calmly, "Joshua, let's break up."