Series 1–Chapter 1 

Three years into their marriage, Milo Blake discovered the scorecard Eliana Hart had been keeping on him. 

When he casually pulled that piece of paper from his study drawer, Eliana’s heart practically stopped. 

The entries read; 

“On my birthday, he flew to Australia to see his ex. 5 points.” 

“Left me stranded on the FDR Drive to pick her up from JFK. -10 points.” 

“Lost his wedding ring making soup for his ex. -10 points…” 

Line after line of deductions, with a note scrawled at the bottom: 

“100 points divorce.” 

But he didn’t even look at it. 

He barely glanced at the paper before casually handing it back to her. “I keep important stuff in here. Don’t leave your things in my study anymore.” 

The bookshelves were perfectly organized with books Harper Lennox had given him back in college. Her old love letters sat locked in the glass cabinet. Even the photo frame on his desk showed their high school graduation picture. 

This was his idea of “important stuff.” 

He treasured it all, looking at those things every single day. 

Her belongings? He wouldn’t give them a second glance. 

So he had no clue she was about to leave him. 

Eliana gripped the scorecard and nodded, about to walk out when Milo’s phone buzzed. It was Jake calling. 

“Milo, we’ve got a serious problem! There’s a massive fire at the Carnegie Hill mansion. Isn’t Harper staying there?” 

His face went white instantly. He grabbed his keys and bolted. 

Eliana stared at the door he’d just disappeared through, frozen for a moment, then flagged down a cab. 

He tore through Manhattan like a man possessed, running every red light from the Upper East Side to Carnegie Hill. The taxi driver almost lost him twice on the Queensboro Bridge. 

When they reached the scene, the flames were massive–black smoke billowing into the sky. Even Eliana was stunned by the intensity. 

When they told him Harper was still inside, Milo tried to charge straight into the inferno. 

The firefighters along with Jake and his other buddy Ryan had to physically hold him back. “Sir, you can’t go in there! The fire’s too intense–you’ll get yourself killed!” 

“Milo, think about this!” Jake shouted. “You’re up for VP of Flight Operations! The board meeting’s next week–you can’t throw away everything you’ve 

worked for!” 

Ryan grabbed his shoulder. “Dude, you’ve been Chief Pilot for three years. This promotion to VP would make you the youngest in Delta’s history. Don’t blow it!” 

He wasn’t hearing any of it. He shoved past them with one final statement; 

“I don’t give a damn about the promotion. As long as Harper’s okay, they can keep their VP position.” 

Watching him disappear into the smoke, his friends just stood there, shaking their heads. 

“I told you guys not to call him!” Jake ran his hands through his hair. “Every time something happens to Harper, he completely loses it!” 

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What were we supposed to do? Ryan shot back, aff Harper got hurt and we didiet fon him he’d fear this whole shy 

year when that TA was harassing her? He morined into the guy office at Olin Hall and treat the hell out of him. And when the wang A last year, he had his security team searching from Brooklyn to the Brons, 

Listening to them, Eliana finally got it. The than who was always so cold and ifistant with her? He could completely fall apart when he layett 

Her chest tightened with a sharp, bitter pain. 

Jake and Ryan noticed her standing there and looked uncomfortable. 

“Oh, hey Eliana… you came with Milo? He’s just helping out an old friend from Cornell. Don’t read too much into it.” 

“Yeah, totally!” Ryan added awkwardly. “He and Harper go way back–like brother and sister, you know? That’s why he’s so worried. 

Eliana knew they were trying to cover for him. She forced a smile, tasting blood where she’d bitten her lip without realizing it. 

Thirty minutes later, Milo emerged carrying an unconscious Harper. Everyone rushed toward them. 

His face was covered in soot, his white shirt burned and torn, but Harper didn’t have a scratch on her. 

When the paramedics took Harper from him, Milo finally collapsed. 

The ambulance raced down Fifth Avenue to Mount Sinai. Eliana sat in the waiting room, staring at her shaking hands, remembering the first time she’d met Milo. 

She was a sophomore. Her father was Professor Andrew Hart at Cornell’s Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering department, and Milo was his star student. In his crisp uniform, confident and charismatic, even the sunlight seemed drawn to him when he demonstrated flight principles in Upson Hall. 

She fell for him instantly and followed him around campus like a lost puppy. 

Plenty of girls chased him, but he kept his distance from everyone. 

Until right before graduation, when Eliana’s father got sick. On his deathbed at NewYork–Presbyterian, he asked Milo to look after his only daughter. 

Milo said yes. 

After the funeral, he proposed to her. 

She asked him, “Are you only doing this because of my dad? You really don’t have to…” 

He looked at her and said, “No. I want to marry you.” 

Eliana thought she’d finally won his heart. 

Until one night when he got drunk at some bar in Midtown and she went to pick him up, overhearing Jake and Ryan talking. 

“Poor Eliana’s so clueless,” Jake had said. “She thinks Milo actually loves her, treats him like he’s everything, but he only married her to get over the pain of his ex getting married to someone else.” 

That moment felt like falling through ice. 

All these years, he hadn’t been rejecting other women because he was naturally cold. His heart was already taken by someone who’d walked away. 

He was like some stubborn guardian, protecting a relationship that had died years ago. 

Too proud to beg for her back, too hurt to admit he missed her. 

So he just waited, hoping she’d come around. 

Instead, he got news of her wedding. 

Harper Lennox–that name carved into his soul, along with all those years of restraint and waiting–became a constant ache in Eliana’s chest. 

But she loved Milo too much to let 

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So she made the scorecard in secret, planning to leave once she hit 100 points. 

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Over the years, she’d deduct points here and there. 

Sometimes it was her birthday, but he’d fly off to see Harper because of some Instagram post. 

Sometimes it was their anniversary, but he’d spend the whole night texting Harper instead. 

And after Harper’s divorce and move back to New York… 

The deductions came faster and faster. 

Eliana’s heart was slowly freezing over. 

After surgery, the doctor came out with an update on Milo’s condition. 

“Your husband has multiple burns on his arms, shoulders, neck, and back from the rescue. There will be scarring, but the woman he saved is fine–just unconscious from shock. Nothing to worry about there.” 

Jake and Ryan exchanged looks, trying to play damage control. 

“Well, at least everyone’s okay,” Jake said carefully. “Don’t stress about it, Eliana. Even if he can’t fly anymore, it’s not the end of the world. The Blake family’s been wanting him to come back and run the business anyway. Should we go see him?” 

Eliana looked down, hiding the pain in her eyes. 

“I’ve got some things to handle. You guys go ahead.” 

She took a cab back to their apartment on the Upper East Side and picked up the scorecard. 

After deducting another 5 points, she stared at what was left and smiled bitterly 

Just 20 more points, and she and Milo would be done for good.