*Maya's POV*
Three weeks. That's how long it had been since Ethan reduced what we shared to nothing more than a "momentary lapse in judgment." Three weeks of perfect smiles at charity dinners while we lived like strangers. Three weeks of watching him slip back into that cold shell like he'd never whispered my name in the dark.
I pushed through the glass doors of Meridian Creative Solutions, grateful for this small piece of normal life I'd carved out for myself. Nobody here knew about billionaire fiancés or fake engagements. I was just Maya Chen, freelance designer who happened to be really good at her job.
"Maya!" Jessica Wong waved me over to the conference room. "Perfect timing. We need fresh eyes on the Morrison Tech project."
I settled in with the team, spreading out sketches across the table. For two hours, I got lost in something real—actual work where people valued my brain, not how well I could smile while wearing diamonds.
