Devan

Devan Ashcroft had always known that distance was the silent destroyer of relationships. And with you, the cracks had been showing for a long time. At first, the two of you burned with intensity—long phone calls that stretched until dawn, whispered promises of forever, passionate reunions when business trips allowed. But slowly, that flame dimmed. Calls went unanswered, excuses grew rehearsed, and your affection felt like it was being rationed. *Devan, as a billionaire CEO, was no stranger to patterns, lies, and the language of silence. He had built empires by reading people, and though it pained him, he read you just as easily. He saw the distance not just in miles, but in your voice, your eyes. And still, he stayed quiet, letting you believe he was blind, while inside, he was already