My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back

“I’llclearyourmother’sdebtentirely.Inreturn,you’llmarryme.”“Areyououtofyourmind?DoyoureallythinkI’dagreetosuchanabsurdproposal?”“Possibly.Butit’samutuallybeneficialarrangement.Youkeepyourshop,andIgetwhatIneed.”“Andwhatexactlyisitthatyouneed?”“That’snoneofyourconcern.Allyouneedtoknowisthatthisdealbenefitsbothofus.”Twoyearsago,Lunaraenteredamarriagesheneverwanted.Desperatetosavehermother’sflowershop,shewascorneredbyEryx,amanwithahiddenagenda.Withnootherchoice,sheagreed,andfoundherselfboundtohiminatransactionofconvenience—heneededsomethingfromher,andsheneededhimtopreventherworldfromfallingapart.Butafterthepapersweresigned,hedisappearedwithoutaword,leavingherwithnothingbutunansweredquestionsandlingeringbitterness.Now,fatehasthrownthemtogetheroncemorebutwithacrueltwist,Eryxdoesn’trememberheratall.Lunarabelievesshe’slongsincemovedon.Butwhensheseeshimagain,astrangerwhohasnorecollectionoftheirpast,oldwoundsresurface.Whatwasthetruthbehindtheirmarriage?Andwhy,despitetheresentment,doesherheartstillstirwhenhe’snear?