A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 2 Sierra wiped away her tears, retouched her makeup, and pushed open the restroom door. When she stepped out, the first thing she saw was Benson and Sophie, arms linked, clinking glasses in a toast.

"Ha ha. Benson, if you're gonna put on a show, go all the way! Why not head to the honeymoon suite after this?"

"Man, Benson's got it all—a classy, elegant wife and a cute, flirty little assistant!"

Sierra's heart twisted painfully as her gaze fell on their intertwined arms. This was the man she had loved for ten years...

Someone caught sight of Sierra returning and nudged Benson, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Benson, that's enough. Sierra's back."

"Sierra, they're just joking around and trying to lighten the mood. Don't—"

But Benson didn't even let them finish before cutting in sharply. "I'm not putting up with her tantrums!"

Then he turned to face Sierra fully, raising an eyebrow as though daring her to react. "If you don't like what you're seeing, then leave. Stop standing there ruining my mood."

Sierra forced herself to breathe past the stinging ache building in her nose, her eyes locking onto Benson's. "Benson, we're breaking up."

Her words hung in the air, slicing through the room like a blade. The chatter ceased instantly.

they hear her right? Sierra had just broken up with

"You're serious? Don't come crying to me later when you change your

keeping me company for my birthday because I didn't have any friends. Please don't let this affect your

please, I'm begging you, don't break up with Mr.

Slap!

echoed through the room as Sierra's palm connected with

completely stunned that Sierra had actually hit her. A sharp sting radiated across her cheek, and she realized her carefully applied

by Sierra's actions, stood frozen for a moment. Then, snapping out of it, he raised his

shield her protectively. Sierra stumbled back

the fruit knife lying there, and a thin, sharp cut appeared. Blood began to flow almost

blood, and for a brief moment, his expression shifted. He instinctively stepped toward Sierra as if to

all my fault. Please don't be mad at Sierra. I'm willing to take a few slaps

guilt he'd felt toward Sierra dissolved in

at you, so cruel and vicious. You don't have even a shred of the kindness that Sophie has. Right now, you're going to apologize

firm and biting, but all of it was in

threatening to spill. The pain in her arm from the cut was nothing compared to the