Chapter 1

When Liam loved me most, I broke up with him.

Our next meeting was an accident. He, in his Porsche, hit me, riding a rental bike.

I stared at the ripped knee of my jeans, clutching the critical prognosis in my hand.

When Liam stepped out of his car, his assistant was right behind him, holding a large umbrella to shield him from the sun.

In the sweltering heat of June, he looked perfectly composed, while I was drenched in sweat.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression cold and stern, exuding the polished arrogance of a rising mogul. He was no longer the gentle, carefree Liam I’d known just a year ago.

I quietly picked myself up from the ground, wiped sweat from my brow, and quickly hobbled to gather the scattered papers, clutching them tightly.

They were my medical reports, with the hospital’s logo clearly visible. But thankfully, Liam's face was etched with impatience; he didn't notice them at all.

I breathed a sigh of relief.