Davina’s POV
Chapter 8
The last person I expected to make a move… was Daxon.
Fresh off winning a global championship, he used his victory interview–not to thank his coach, or bask in his win–but to publicly confess his love for me. On live TV.
“The woman I love left me for now, but my heart will always wait for her.
“We were together for seven years. She stood by me when I had nothing. There’d be no champion today if she hadn’t believed in me when no one else would.
“Even if she’s marrying into the Ashbournes… I hope I can always be her strong support. I’ll wait for her to come back, even if it takes forever.
“Davina, can you see me? Once the competition is over, I’ll come pick you up and take you
home.”
I shut off my phone in disgust.
‘Too late.”
He was the one who abandoned me over and over.
He was the one who betrayed me time and again.
“Davina… babe… come back to me. Think of us–what we had, what we could still have….
“I know the Ashbournes are wealthier than me, but they have something they don’t have- my heart. I really love you.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said you were just in it for the money. I know you have your reasons. I’ll come pick you up and take you home.”
And just like that, the internet exploded with sympathy. Suddenly, he was everyone’s heartbroken hero.
He was already a rising star in the athletes‘ world–a story of going from nobody to champion, an inspiring comeback.
With his beefy muscles, perfect face, and most importantly, the fact that he never publicly disclosed our relationship over the past three years, he had gained countless fans and
sponsors.
Now, with that teary–eyed confession after winning gold? The internet practically set itself on fire.
[OMG he’s such a romantic! How could she dump him?]
[Man, that Davina doesn’t deserve his love. She’s marrying someone else for money, clearly.]
[Is she the one who went trending a few days ago? Dang, she’s got lots and lots of scandals. Heard she even had an abortion.]
[Damn, her private life’sounds likes a mess. Yikes.]
11:10 Tue, 20 May Gr
[Bro, I know where she is. In the name of true love, go get your girl!]
And just like that, eight hours later, he showed up at the estate’s gate.
98%1
He came with drama–a massive banner stretched across the estate’s wrought iron gates.
[DAVINA, YOU’RE MY ONE AND ONLY. I’M HERE TO BRING YOU HOME]
The originally solemn and antique–looking yard of the castle was now decorated with somber black roses, covering the entire lawn.
They used to be my favorite flower ‘cause to me, they meant one–of–a–kind love.
When he shared that love with Cleo too, I knew–I would never love him again.
I
Still his flashy gesture attracted a crowd. Some content creators even followed him and watched his livestream.
“I see we have a guest. Let him in,” came a low cold voice behind me.
Humphrey. Still in his wheelchair, but looking like he ruled the world from it.
“Invite the lady’s friends,” he told security. “And get rid of the others.”
With that, he turned and wheeled himself away.
And just like that, Daxon was on the doorstep.
He lunged the moment he saw me–arms out, like he could rewrite the past with one hug.
But a bodyguard stepped between us. “Sir, don’t.”
“Davina, don’t you really love me anymore? We had a child!” he choked.
I met his eyes. “Had. It’s long gone.”
“Oh my god,” Cleo gasped. “How can you be so cruel? You went through all that trouble to get pregnant just so you could marry Daxon. Now what…?”
She didn’t even bother looking at me. Her almond eyes were glued to Humphrey. Practically salivating.
I smiled. Just enough for her to notice.
Then I stepped to Humphrey’s side. I just stood
, casual and calm.
He cooperated smoothly, wrapping an arm around my waist.
He had just started recovering, and I was worried if standing would tire him out.
Probably sensing my concern, he gave me a reassuring look.
But in Daxon and Cleo’s eyes, it probably looked like we were exchanging sweet glances.
Daxon looked like a fool in comparison–muscles and regret, standing next to royalty. Clea was shaking with envy, barely holding it together.
Daxon opened his mouth but couldn’t get a word out.
Just as I turned to walk away, the butler entered.
He didn’t acknowledge Daxon or Cleo. He went straight to me, bowed, and spoke softly.
“My lady, there’s something you need to know. A truth about who you are.”
Chapter 8
2/3 34.84
11:10 Tue, 20 May G
I frowned, my face asking what it was.
He cleared his throat. “I once served the royal family. Twenty years ago, their youngest daughter disappeared. The queen made it her dying wish to find her child. I think you… you look exactly like her daughter.”
Then he pulled out a photo–old, worn, but clear.
The girl in it could’ve been me. Every line, every shadow. It was like looking in a mirror
across time.
“You… are the princess?!”
