Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love

"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..."In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm.Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers.Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?"The city explodes with gossip.Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power—what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago.His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat,to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry.Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms.Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan,down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test.Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?"Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears,then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger."Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say...""Say what?"He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."