Even police officers tire of chasing thieves, much less having to constantly guard against a cheating boyfriend—it's an endless torment. Amelia doesn't dare let her guard down for a moment. Every time Dene makes the slightest move, her heart leaps into her throat. Dene is a man of unfathomable cunning, his methods of infidelity as varied as they are unpredictable, like a sly fox always one step ahead. His thoughts are buried so deep that Amelia, no matter how hard she racks her brain, can't glean even a hint of them. This leaves her utterly exhausted, the chill in her heart spreading day by day. Loving such a man, she knows, is like a moth drawn to a flame. Yet back when she was drowning in love, how could she have easily pulled away? Now, she has no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit alone.