In the novel, Ryen met a lot of women.
Take Leona, for example—she was originally supposed to be Ryen's roommate. But now? She's mine.
Then there were Kiera, Violet, Mira, Ama… and honestly, who knows how many more if we really start counting.
But among all of them, the one who stood out the most was Nora Hayes.
She was Ryen's childhood friend, the one who silently loved him from the start. She'd always been there—kind, loyal, the quiet strength behind him. That's why so many readers believed she was the true female lead.
And I believed that too.
Hell, I was even rooting for them.
They had the history, the chemistry, the slow-burn tension—everything you could ask for in a romance subplot. It felt right.
Until that bastard of an author—my friend—pulled the rug out from under everyone.
Nora, I think I'm in love with someone else!
Yeah.
That's what Ryen ended up saying.
Out of nowhere.
Like, are you kidding me?
Who writes something like that in the name of storytelling?
