Adrian Blackwood—the war-hero who carved through Middle-Eastern battlefields, the nation's beloved defense general.
And she? A woman of the lowest birth, notorious as "the bad girl," had somehow become his wife.
Only…
Adrian's heart had never let go of the white moonlight he carried; he never loved her.
She refused to drown in a marriage that existed in name alone and slammed a divorce agreement onto the desk.
"Let's get divorced."
Adrian didn't even look up. "Busy. No time."
So she walked out without a backward glance.
The next time the world caught sight of her, she was a prodigy scientist, a philanthropist painter, the long-lost heiress to the richest fortune on the planet.
The revelation dazzled the globe—everyone except Adrian Blackwood, who still curled his lip in disdain.
Then, one day, a conspiracy of staggering proportions unraveled.
"Fifth Master, the white moonlight you've cherished for over a decade… was your ex-wife. You pinned the wrong woman."
Adrian's eyes burned red. He hunted her down like a man possessed.
"Wife… it was always you. Marry me again."
