The Man She Buried
Zara had mastered the art of forgetting.
For five years, she had buried Alexander Kane under deadlines, heartbreaks, and the relentless pursuit of survival. She buried him under the weight of betrayal so heavy it nearly crushed her lungs every time she remembered the night her world burned.
But forgetting, she was learning, was not the same as healing.
And healing did not happen when the past walked back into your life wearing a tailored suit and a smile that promised ruin.
The elevator doors slid open.
Zara stepped into the lobby of Kane International, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, confidence stitched tightly over the fractures in her chest. She was here on business—nothing more. A contract negotiation. A strategic partnership.
She had not known Alexander would be here.
If she had, she might not have come.
The building hummed with quiet power—glass walls, gold accents, employees moving with purpose. Everything about this place screamed Alexander: control, precision, dominance. Five years ago, he had been the broke boy with big dreams and soft laughter. Now he was the man whose name ruled boardrooms.
She adjusted her blazer and walked toward the reception desk.
"Good morning, I'm Zara Bennett. I have a ten o'clock with Mr. Kane."
The receptionist's smile tightened slightly.
"He's been expecting you."
Those words hit harder than they should have.
Zara followed the assistant down a corridor lined with framed magazine covers—Forbes, Time, Business Insider. Alexander's face stared back at her from every glossy page. The man she once loved had become a legend. The man she once trusted had become untouchable.
And yet, her hands were trembling.
The assistant stopped at a large glass door.
"He's inside."
Zara nodded, schooling her face into calm.
She opened the door.
Alexander stood by the window, his back to her, phone pressed to his ear. His suit fit him like it was custom-made for his body—which it probably was. Broader shoulders. Sharper edges. Power in every line of him.
He ended the call slowly.
Then he turned.
And everything inside Zara cracked.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Time folded in on itself, dragging them back to a world that had ended in betrayal and bloodied trust. His eyes—still that same stormy gray—locked onto hers with something unreadable flickering behind them.
Anger.
Regret.
Hunger.
"Zara," he said, her name leaving his lips like a memory he had never been able to bury.
She forced her spine straight.
"Alexander."
No warmth. No softness. Just distance.
The kind you put between yourself and the person who once destroyed you.
"You didn't tell me you were leading the Zenith deal," he said, his voice calm but tight beneath the surface.
"I didn't know I needed your permission to exist in the same professional circles as you," she replied coolly.
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
This was not the reunion either of them had imagined five years ago.
Back then, they had promised forever. They had planned futures. They had talked about marriage in quiet whispers at two in the morning.
Then betrayal came.
And forever shattered.
Alexander gestured to the conference table.
"Let's sit."
She did, keeping her expression neutral while her heart pounded like it wanted to escape her chest.
They discussed numbers. Strategies. Projections. Every word professional, distant—like they had never loved each other. Like she hadn't once trusted him with her soul.
But beneath every sentence, something darker simmered.
"You've done well," he said after a moment. "Zenith Solutions is impressive."
She laughed softly.
"I had to do something after your family destroyed my life."
Silence fell between them like a blade.
Alexander's eyes darkened.
"You still think I was part of that?"
Zara's lips curved into a bitter smile.
"I don't think. I know."
Five years ago, his father had framed her for corporate espionage. Documents planted. Evidence manufactured. Her career ruined overnight. She had lost everything—her job, her reputation, her future.
And Alexander?
He had walked away.
No fight. No defense. No trust.
That betrayal hurt more than the scandal ever could.
"I didn't know," he said quietly.
"You didn't try to know," she snapped. "You chose them. You always choose them."
He stood abruptly, walking toward her. The air between them crackled with everything they had never said.
"I was wrong," he admitted. "I should have fought harder. I should have believed you."
Her breath hitched, but she refused to let him see it.
"Apologies don't undo damage, Alexander. You lost the right to my forgiveness the night you let me walk out alone."
His voice dropped.
"I've spent five years regretting that night."
She stood too now, matching his distance.
"Then keep regretting. Because I'm not the same woman you broke."
For a second, she thought he might touch her. His hand hovered near her arm before falling back to his side.
Good.
Because if he touched her, she might forget why she hated him.
The meeting ended stiffly. The deal would continue—but on purely professional terms.
Or so she thought.
That evening, Zara stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
She almost ignored it.
Almost.
Unknown: You should stop digging into my family's past.
Unknown: Some secrets are better left buried.
Her blood ran cold.
She had been investigating the Kane scandal for months—quietly, carefully. She wanted proof. Real proof. The kind that would clear her name once and for all.
But someone knew.
Another message came in.
Unknown: If you expose the truth, Alexander will pay the price.
Her breath stuttered.
She typed back quickly.
Zara: Who is this?
Three dots appeared.
Then vanished.
Her phone rang immediately.
She answered without thinking.
A distorted voice filled her ear.
"Walk away, Zara. Or watch history repeat itself."
The call ended.
Her hands shook as she stared at her phone.
They were threatening Alexander.
After everything… after the betrayal… the anger… the years of pain…
Why did her heart still tighten at the thought of him being hurt?
The next day, Alexander stood in his office when his security head burst in.
"Sir, there's been a breach in our private archives."
Alexander's eyes hardened.
"What kind of breach?"
"Someone accessed the files from five years ago. The Bennett scandal."
His chest tightened.
Zara.
She was digging.
And someone else was watching her.
That evening, he drove to her apartment without warning.
When she opened the door and saw him standing there, her expression turned to fire.
"You don't get to show up like this anymore."
"We're in danger," he said immediately.
She froze.
"What?"
"There are people who don't want the truth about my family to come out. And if you keep pushing…" He hesitated. "They'll come for you. Or for me."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"They already have."
They stared at each other in silence—two enemies tied by a past neither could escape.
For the first time in five years, fear—not anger—stood between them.
Alexander stepped closer.
"If you think I won't protect you this time, you're wrong."
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with something dangerously close to hope.
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"I already broke one," he said. "I won't break another."
But neither of them noticed the black car parked across the street.
Nor the man inside, watching their every move.
Phone in hand.
Smiling.