Liam POV :

The morning of the burning sun outside filters through the large glass windows of our kitchen, casting a soft light over the white marble countertops. I stand in front of the coffee maker, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing while the eggs cook slowly in the pan. The scent of crispy bacon fills the air.

This is My morning routine.

I glance at the clock. It's still early, but I like taking the time to prepare breakfast for Shar and me. It's a small ritual, something simple yet i always feel happy doing it , but it reminds me of how lucky I am.

— Sharon, babe! Come eat its ready ! I call out as I place two black plates on the round table.

I hear the soft sound of her footsteps descending the stairs. When she appears, dressed in a silk blouse and satin shorts, I can't help but smile. She looks stunning. My princess.My Queen .

She walks up to me, places a soft kiss on my cheek, then sits down.

— You know you don't have to cook every morning, right? she teases, grabbing her coffee cup.

— I know. But I like taking care of you I Can't Change It .

She smiles. I'm happy ... I'm Really Happy to Have Her As MINE . She is a beautiful wife, and I Have a a dream home, a business that's thriving… What more could I ask for?

But just as I settle across from her, an unexpected thought crosses my mind.

Scarlett The panda .

Why am I thinking about her?

I shake my head and cut my bacon into small pieces. But no matter how hard I try to push it away, her face from the past forces its way into my mind.

Her wide, tear-filled black eyes.

Her trembling body under the blows.

The sound of our laughter echoing in the music club studio.

And what i did to her ...

A wave of unease creeps up my spine.

I wasn't always like this. I was someone else before. The complete opposite of who I am today.

I was a bully. The leader. The bad guy.The High school Alpha .

Why? I don't know.

I guess I liked it even a lot . The control. The fear. The rush of adrenaline with every act of humiliation. And Sharon? She loved it too. We were the perfect duo.

Our targets changed over time, but there was always one that remained the same.

Scarlett Prescott.

She was our favorite one.

We made her go through hell. Unspeakable things. Back then, I enjoyed it. I laughed. I felt invincible.

But now, as I sit here, across from Sharon—the woman I love, the woman I respect—I feel something I've never felt before.

Guilt.

Why now? Why, after ten years, is her face suddenly coming back to me?

I lift my eyes to Sharon. She looks calm, scrolling through her phone as if none of this ever mattered.

Maybe she never thinks about it. Maybe I'm the only one carrying this weight.

I let out a quiet sigh and take a sip of my coffee.

Scarlett has been gone for a long time.

She must have moved on. She must be far away from us.She must have build a family too .

Then why do I have this strange feeling…

That this isn't over?