A flood of memories surged through Evelyn's mind the moment she pushed open the door.

Everything in the room was exactly the same as the day they had left. Not a single thing had changed.

"Eve, do you remember when we—"

"I don't." Evelyn lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

Matteo froze for a second, then pointed toward a brick model in the corner. "Didn't we put this in the study after we finished building it? Why is it here?"

Evelyn didn't follow his gaze. Her voice was calm and indifferent.

"You couldn't see back then. A lot of your memories must feel like a blur, like illusions that are all mixed up."

It was just like how she had once believed that Matteo loved her.

But in reality, what he felt for her had only been a mirage. She was something he clung to in desperation.

Because he had been blind, he had relied on touch to navigate his world. She had been like a walking cane to him, a guide, a necessity. That was why he had thought she was important.

But once he regained his sight, he could do whatever he wanted. And just like that, she became irrelevant.

She had believed that their years of companionship would be enough to carry them through any storm.

But in the end, it was nothing more than an illusion. It was just a dream that had crumbled into emptiness.

A fleeting sadness crossed Evelyn's face, and Matteo felt a tightness in his chest.

He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before he could, she turned away and walked toward the balcony.

"The piano is in the last room down the hall. You can go there yourselves."

As the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance, Evelyn sat down in a rocking chair and slowly closed her eyes.

Before long, the bright afternoon sky darkened. Heavy clouds rolled in, and soon, the first drops of rain began to fall.

She got up and went back to the living room just in time to hear the sound of a piano playing from a distance.

It was the first piano piece she had ever heard in her life—A Lover's Dream.

As she listened, she felt as if she had been transported back to that summer when she was ten years old. Without realizing it, she followed the melody.

Through the window, she saw Matteo and Rebecca sitting at the piano, their hands moving in perfect harmony as they played a duet.

Even after all these years, their connection hadn't faded in the slightest. Their synchronization was as flawless as ever.

Seven years had passed, yet the way Matteo looked at her was still filled with deep, unwavering affection.

So, this was how much Matteo loved Rebecca.

He loved her enough to hold onto that love for seven whole years, even after she had abandoned him.

Of course.

They were both born into privilege—him, the golden boy of the Gallagher family; her, a shining star of high society.

On the other hand, Evelyn was just the daughter of a maid.

Why had she ever dared to step into a world that wasn't hers?

Why had she ever thought she could claim something that had never belonged to her?

If she could go back in time, she would never have fallen for Matteo at first sight.

She would never have secretly loved him.

And she would never have thrown away everything just to take care of him for seven long years.

The music gradually faded into silence.

At some point, Rebecca's hand slid over Matteo's, slowly tracing upward.

Through the window, Evelyn saw her wrap her arms around his shoulders, leaning in to press her lips against his.

"Matteo, I know you still love me…"

At that moment, Evelyn could take no more. She turned and walked away.

The rain poured down harder and harder, drenching her completely.

Her mind was blank, lost in a storm of emotions.

One second, she felt like a withered weed clinging to the edge of a cliff.

The next, she felt like a lone boat capsized by a relentless tide.

She was rootless and directionless, drifting aimlessly.

Even her tears vanished into the rain, leaving no trace behind.

When Evelyn got home, she pulled out a suitcase and started packing up the last of her things.

She kept busy until the early hours of the morning. Matteo still hadn't come back, but she no longer cared.

The next day, Evelyn went to the immigration office to collect all her documents.

On the way back, she booked a flight for that afternoon.

As soon as the car pulled up to the house, she saw a Maybach parked in the driveway. Instinctively, she quickened her pace.

The moment she stepped into the bedroom, she saw Matteo standing beside her suitcase, as if about to open it.

Panic surged through her, and she blurted out, "Weren't you with Rebecca? Why are you back?"

Matteo froze. Slowly, he turned around, and for the first time, there was anger in his eyes.

He walked up to her, exasperation clear in his voice.

"Eve, what are you overthinking this time? I already told you. I have nothing to do with Rebecca anymore."

Nothing to do with her anymore? Yet, he married her to protect her.

Evelyn let out a tearful laugh but didn't expose his lie. "Then I must have misunderstood."

Seeing no change in her expression, Matteo visibly relaxed.

"There's dinner at the Gallagher estate tonight. My family has finally agreed that I can bring you home with me."

Evelyn was stunned. Arnold Gallagher and Caroline agreed?

Seeing her reaction, Matteo reached out and ruffled her hair before handing her a black credit card.

"Eve, don't worry. One day, I'll make sure they accept you so that you can stand beside me with your head held high. I'm exhausted right now. Why don't you let Mr. Warner take you shopping for a dress?"

Evelyn stared at the card for a long moment before finally taking it.

"You should rest. I'll go by myself."

Matteo rubbed his temples and nodded.

Evelyn slipped the documents she had picked up earlier into her bag.

Matteo lay and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

For a moment, she just stood there, looking at his face. It was so much like when he was 17.

For the last time, she reached out, gently tracing his brow.

Perhaps sensing her touch in his sleep, Matteo grabbed her hand and murmured, "Becky, don't mess around."

Hearing that, Evelyn let out a silent laugh.

She pulled her hand away, picked up her suitcase, and walked downstairs.

The house was quiet. The staff were all on their lunch break. No one noticed her leaving.

On the way to the airport, Evelyn blocked and deleted all of Matteo's contacts.

Then, she deleted all her social media accounts.

The airport was crowded with people rushing back and forth. She made one final call as she watched the flight schedule change on the screen.

"Mrs. Gallagher, I'm at the airport as promised. I'll be boarding soon."

On the other end, Caroline sounded pleased, her voice carrying undisguised satisfaction.

"Good. As long as you don't show up at tonight's dinner, the rest of the money will be wired to your account. See you, Evelyn."

Listening to the boarding announcement over the speakers, Evelyn shook her head.

"No, Mrs. Gallagher. It's not see you. It's goodbye forever."

She ended the call, tossed her phone into the trash, and walked toward the gate.

She walked ahead with steady steps without hesitation.