he mysterious woman who had saved his life. He swam with all his might, his eyes scanning the surface for any sign of her. However, as he looked around, he realized she was nowhere to be see

posed herself, apologizing for the outburst. As she walked away, her mind reeled with the implications. She had been thrown out of her husband's house on March 31st, and just a day ago – or so she thought – she had been shot. Now, she was seven days ahead? The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She had slept in the grave for seven days, and everything that had happened seemed like a blur. Piper's thoughts turned to the divorce papers she hadn't signed, and she decided to head back to Lucas's house. However, upon arrival, she found neither Lucas nor Maddie was home. Determined to clear the air, she made her way to their company, hoping to explain her absence and the events that had transpired. As Piper entered the office, she was met with a mixture of curious and sympathetic gazes. However, her attention was quickly drawn to Maddie, whose face contorted with rage. "Where have you been, you devil?" Maddie thundered, her hand connecting with Piper's cheek in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the office, and Piper's eyes welled up with tears as she stumbled backward. Lucas emerged from his office, his expression cold and unforgiving. He stood beside Maddie, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why didn't you come for the divorce?" he demanded. "Do you still want to be married to me, a low-class wife my grandfather betrothed to me?" Piper tried to explain, but her words were cut short by Lucas's scornful tone. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to find the right words. The side of her cheek where Maddie had slapped her was bright red, and the handprint was visibly imprinted on her skin. The onlookers pitied her, knowing the hardships she had endured since marrying into the wealthy and influential Lucas family. Just as Maddie raised her hand to slap Piper again, a voice intervened, "That's enough, Maddie." The room fell silent as Caleb Martins, the young and handsome heir to the Martins fortune, stepped forward. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes commanded attention, and his presence seemed to calm the tense atmosphere. Caleb was known for his dashing good looks, with a strong jawline and perfectly styled dark hair. He was every girl's dream, with a charisma that drew people to him effortlessly. As the only son and first child of the Martins family, the top one richest and most influential family in Brookville city, he was groomed to take over the family's vast business empire. The Martins family's wealth and influence