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“I’ll clear your mother’s debt entirely. In return, you’ll marry me.”

“Are you out of your mind? Do you really think I’d agree to such an absurd proposal?”

“Possibly. But it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. You keep your shop, and I get what I need.”

“And what exactly is it that you need?”

“That’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that this deal benefits both of us.”

Two years ago, Lunara entered a marriage she never wanted. Desperate to save her mother’s flower shop, she was cornered by Eryx, a man with a hidden agenda. With no other choice, she agreed, and found herself bound to him in a transaction of convenience—he needed something from her, and she needed him to prevent her world from falling apart.

But after the papers were signed, he disappeared without a word, leaving her with nothing but unanswered questions and lingering bitterness.

Now, fate has thrown them together once more but with a cruel twist, Eryx doesn’t remember her at all.

Lunara believes she’s long since moved on. But when she sees him again, a stranger who has no recollection of their past, old wounds resurface. What was the truth behind their marriage? And why, despite the resentment, does her heart still stir when he’s near?

My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back

Lunara sat across from Naomi, the clink of cutlery and soft chatter around them fading into the background. She wrapped her hands around the warm cup in front of her, listening as Naomi spoke with a bright smile on her face.

"I've missed you," Naomi said. "I know you and Eryx needed space, but still… a whole month? You're lucky I'm not holding a grudge."

Lunara offered a soft smile. "Thanks for not giving up on me."

Naomi waved her off. "Please. I would've dragged you out myself if you didn't agree to meet me today."

She leaned in, her voice lowering with excitement. "Also... big news. My mom finally gave her blessing. Ryan and I are really doing this. Wedding is happening soon… before I get too round to walk down the aisle."

Lunara blinked, surprised. "Naomi, that's wonderful."

Naomi beamed. "Ryan's over the moon. Already picking out venues and talking color palettes. It's… happening."

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