I was alone in the bedroom. Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a cool glow. I slowly sat up, groped my way to the window, and gently ran my fingertips across the cold glass.
They don't know that I hid a secret in every single design draft.
From the moment I designed my first piece of jewelry for Liam seven years ago, anonymously, I've been drawing a small "K" in the corner of every sketch using special fluorescent ink. This ink only appears under ultraviolet light, and for all these years, even Liam, who's been with me day and night, hasn't discovered this secret.
Those original manuscripts and those jewels were never things they could touch.
I pulled out my phone from my collar and dialed a number I knew by heart. I had rejected this number seven years ago—back then, I was deeply in love and unwilling to stir up trouble as K, so I turned down a collaboration offer from a top global design alliance.
The moment the call connected, I heard a calm and familiar voice.