The tango's rhythm grew faster, shifting from a slow dance to a wild Latin beat. The two of them spun wildly in the center of the room, clinging to each other as Scarlett's short skirt flew higher and higher.

She was the only one in nine years to break the rules and get an "encore."

If I was cool water, she was straight whiskey, a fire in his veins that tempted him toward the abyss.

The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Dante, you really didn't lie to me," Scarlett panted, pressing herself against him.

"For you, I'd toss the rules out the window," Dante said with a wicked grin.

"It's your fault for saying you couldn't live without me. I'm just too soft-hearted."

Her slender hand roamed over his chest. He had an old wound there, and though he grunted in faint pain, he didn't stop her.

How ridiculous. Even now, I was still worried about his injury.

Just as Scarlett's hand was about to venture further under his shirt, he caught it tenderly and dropped to one knee, pulling something from his inner pocket.

The room, which had been as loud as a carnival, fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Scarlett's eyes went wide with disbelief as she clamped a hand over her mouth.

A black velvet box opened slowly, revealing a dazzling necklace.

At its heart was a rare blue sapphire, set on a platinum chain that cascaded like a meteor's tail.

It was breathtaking, the ultimate fusion of power and wealth.

Everyone held their breath.

Dante looked up, his gaze intense. "You gave me the ultimate thrill of a midnight race. So tonight, I'm giving you the sky from that night."

Scarlett nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face, catching the blue light of the sapphire.

Dante stood and personally fastened the heavy necklace around her pale neck.

I stared at that necklace, speechless for a long time.

A sharp pain pierced my heart. The betrayal was a suffocating tide, and it was drowning me.

My stomach cramped violently, and my vision began to go dark.

Victoria frowned beside me. "Aurora, you look terrible."

I didn't even have the strength to speak. I could only push her away and stagger towards the lounge, escaping.

The lights in the hallway twisted and blurred.

Time seemed to warp, throwing me back to a month ago.

As the anniversary approached, Dante had been unusually restless, always seeming on the verge of saying something.

When I asked, he requested that I design and craft a brand-new necklace, using a rare, heirloom blue sapphire from the family.

Outwardly I was calm, but inside, I erupted with ecstatic joy.

Because I remembered a time, in a moment of passion, when he had kissed my fingers and caressed my bare collarbone, promising me solemnly.

"Aurora, this necklace will only ever be worn by the true future Donna."

I thought he was finally going to marry me.

Time was short, and I worked nonstop.

From the initial sketches to the polishing and setting, to the final cleaning and maintenance, I did everything myself.

My morning sickness was severe then, and I wore loose robes to hide my changing figure. But he was so wrapped up in his coming freedom that he never even noticed my unusual fatigue and nausea.

I refused to delegate a single detail, thinking it was a symbol of honor for my own wedding, something I had to create myself.

It turned out that while I was eagerly awaiting a proposal on our anniversary, he was excitedly waiting to embrace Scarlett again.

He had taken my memories, my heart, and the work of my own hands, and given it all to her.

"Miss, are you all right? Should I call an ambulance?"

A voice calling my name pulled me back to the present.

So I had passed out. A broken heart, it turned out, could literally knock you out.

Time seemed to warp. I felt as if an eternity had passed, but it had only been a few heartbeats.

A heart can hurt so much it sends you into shock.

I coldly brushed away the bodyguard's outstretched hand and used the cold wall to pull myself up.

I walked resolutely towards the club's main entrance. I couldn't breathe this air for another second.

The New York wind was cold and damp, cutting at my face like a knife.

The family car hadn't arrived yet. The revolving door behind me pushed open.

Dante came out, carrying Scarlett in his arms. The coat I had picked out for him was draped over her shoulders.

He looked up sharply, his eyes meeting my dead, cold stare. He clearly hadn't expected me to still be there.

Caught in the act, he at least had the decency to look ashamed. "Aurora, her injury hasn't fully healed. She needs better care, so I..."

He trailed off, probably realizing how inappropriate that sounded.

Seeing his reaction, my muddled brain slowly, painfully understood. They had never cut ties.

No matter what month it was, they had maintained their relationship.

His mind was so consumed by Scarlett's so-called injury that he didn't even see me, pale and shivering in the cold.

Their car arrived first. Dante said to me, "See you in a bit."

"Never again."

My voice was a whisper, lost to the wind. He didn't hear.

Dante was a man who lived by rules, but for Scarlett, he broke them again and again during the "Month of No Masters."

The night of the party, he never returned to the apartment.

I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Manhattan, and in a way, it was peaceful.

Time seemed to slow as I methodically erased all traces of us from the penthouse apartment.

I called the family's legal advisor on his encrypted line. Within forty-eight hours, I initiated the liquidation process for all our joint assets.

On the fifth day, Dante called, the roar of a sports car in the background.

He asked, breathless, where I had put the ivory-gripped Browning pistol engraved with the Corinni family crest.

At that moment, I was tossing a framed photo of us into the fireplace. I told him where it was in a cold, detached voice.

On the tenth day, he sent a man to pick up a few custom suits.

I went into the music room, where the limited-edition vinyl records that had once chronicled our shared tastes were stored. I snapped each one over my knee.

On the twentieth day, he sent roses from afar to wish me a happy birthday. I was busy watching the auction house take away our pair of custom-made pianos.

Those musical legends from Vienna. A famous composer and his wife were said to have played duets on them their entire lives, creating countless moving pieces.

On the thirtieth day, I had them dismantle the nursery I had secretly spent two months preparing. The soft cradle, the expensive pacifying toys, even the warm-toned wallpaper was scraped clean from the walls.

Just as the last truck was leaving the underground garage, the keypad on the door beeped.

Dante was back.

He was wearing a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned, the scent of perfume still lingering on him.

It was a scent I despised.

He opened his arms with a smile, assuming I was still powerless to resist him. "Aurora, the month is up. I'm back. Thanks for waiting."

I didn't throw myself into his arms as I usually did, whether to pout or to cry.

He laughed again. "So happy you're speechless, Aurora?"

"Missed me that much?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "No."

I wasn't happy, and I hadn't missed him.

The smile on his lips faltered. He tugged at his cufflinks in frustration and strode inside.

"Why does it feel so empty in here?"

His sharp eyes scanned the hallway, then his gaze landed on the recently emptied room.

A flicker of curiosity crossed his face as he walked quickly towards it.

"Finally decided to unlock it? You always kept it locked, said it was a secret." He chuckled, his tone flippant. "What, did you paint a room full of nudes of me in there?"

I couldn't ignore the dull ache in my heart.

It was my secret. A hidden shrine to a love that was dead.

Now, my love was gone. I had nothing left.

He pushed the door open, and his smile froze. "Huh? Why is it empty?"

Because you were too late.

Just as he was about to ask me what I wanted for dinner, his phone rang.

The sound echoed in the now-cavernous apartment.

And I heard the voice on the other end clearly, tinged with static, crying weakly.

"Dante! Help me! Those bastards from Brooklyn have me cornered at the docks... they have guns!"

Dante's expression changed in an instant, a visible panic washing over him.

I crossed my arms and watched him, waiting for his choice.

He didn't even hesitate. He turned and walked straight to the door.

As his hand closed around the doorknob, he looked back at me, his tone casual and entitled.

"Aurora, this is life and death. Give me one more day. July has thirty-one days, so it doesn't break the rules."

I found it darkly ironic. His rules usually demanded he drain every last second of those thirty days, but now, for her, he was scrambling to claw back just one more.

"Aurora, you have to wait for me! You have to wait one more day!"

This wasn't about a life being in danger. With the Corinni family's intelligence network, a few soldiers could have handled it. There was no reason for him to go personally.

There was only one answer. He wanted to go.

For her, he would fight for even a single day.

I watched him go, a soft, hollow laugh escaping my lips. "Goodbye."

The moment the door slammed shut, I was right behind him, suitcase in hand.

I would not wait another day. Not even another second.