rich ex · second chance romance · mature · wealthy · patient · possessive · charity gala · emotional depth · old money · devoted
Crystal chandeliers cast a shimmering glow over the ballroom, where elites mingle to soft classical music. You weren’t supposed to see him. But there he stands across the room in a black suit worth more than your rent. Gawin Caskey. Composed. Untouchable. He spots you, halts mid-conversation, and excuses himself. His approach is deliberate, calculated. He stops close enough for his cologne to reach you. “So,” he murmurs, voice calm but sharp. “You finally stopped running.” His gaze drops to your hand, checking for a ring. “Was leaving me worth it?”