President's Ex-Wife, Mafia Family's Precious Princess

a solemn wake

efore her mother's coffin, unab

dawn, kneeling without paus

portrait, her mother sm

had been take

ird cardiac operation. The doctors had assured them that a

elieved there w

. The donor heart never arrived, a

nged by herself-the obituary, the invitat

morning until the next sunrise

he church, all gathere

ons drifted around her

alone? Wasn't there gossip recen

e knows the President has only ever cared about one woman. He p

Who could possibly ho

ly he reserved an entire terminal just to we

he whispers and kept her face

ibrated softly, illumi

ws notificati

ent Welcomes Mystery Beau

instantly as it lan

tion, she open

ed in the photograph was none othe

eld a bouquet of roses in one hand while the oth

ngle, they appeared wrapp

r long hair cascading over her shoulders as she

oked like a pictu

, the first woman Shawn had ever loved, the one

to pursue her studies abroad. After seeing her o

day, he marr

d their marriage were a

saved Shawn's grandfath

man insisted on arrangin

he said, "I'll honor my grandfather's wishes and ma

d spent three years as hu

no wedding bands, and not

the President remain

anie convinced herse

years might eventually nur

If not affection, then at least respons

alize how foolish t

zed nine separate times, and

at the airport-roses in hand, a private terminal cleared for

ograph, Melanie let out a low la

ad gone on l

ng, a stir er

pulled up in fro

o a stop, and two

ot bother tur

chill of the winter air still

espectfully, and said evenly, "Mr

was perfectl

s cut far deeper than

aw, yet he addressed her mother like a

lanie and said calmly, "I

traf

iculous it made Melan

ily to her feet, her numb legs th

matter whether you arrived early or late? My mother was ho

een Shawn's brows. "My work

u find time to personally we

. Meeting her was part of my official duties," Shawn replied em

ng it w

absu

fully notice the woman

n, highlighting her smooth complexion. Her delicate fe

a bouquet of pris

I'm deeply sorry for your loss. These flowers ar

ed the casket and carefull

e, opening her arms as thoug

something? That donor heart your mother waited for-Shawn gave it to me instead. Imagine that-your mother di

l, as though every drop of b

e person who isn't loved is the true outsider. If yo

movement graceful and compassionate, as if she

ted violently, and her b

ll the heartbreak, humiliation, and despair she had en

rd, aiming directl