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Billionaire Aaron knelt on a carpet that sparkled like shattered diamonds, clutching the ring he'd custom-designed over three hundred days. The crystal chandelier swayed, blurring his vision, but his eyes remained fixed on the figure at the far end of the restaurant—Mera, wearing the backless black dress he loved most, quietly cutting her steak. The clink of knife and fork was crisp, like a countdown. "Sir, I don't recommend proceeding now," security officer Hash whispered, thirty-seven surveillance feeds flashing warnings in his earpiece. "Target's emotional state is unstable, and... there's someone sitting across from her." Aaron didn’t listen. His heartbeat drowned out everything. Step by step, he approached the table. The ring box slowly opened. Then he froze. Mera lifted her gaze, lips curling slightly. "What? Here to serve dessert?" The man across from her set down his napkin and smiled with deliberate calm. "We're just engaged." The air shattered. Aaron’s fingers clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white. Three months of planning. Seven rehearsals. Even the butler had drafted a speech—yet no one told him she’d marry someone else first. He tried to laugh, but his lips trembled violently. "Congratulations," he heard himself say, the voice not his own. At the moment he turned away, the world collapsed into ruins. His phone suddenly lit up. A Kuku App notification popped up: [She's using this anonymous social app too. Currently posting a new update.] Attached was a blurry selfie—Mera seated at the same dining table, 3 a.m., tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. Caption: "The man I love is going to propose today. But I can't say yes." Aaron whirled around. Mera was staring at his retreating back, her fingertips digging fiercely into the tablecloth.