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.

Sierra had just broken up with

his cigarette butt. "You're serious? Don't come

I'm so sorry. Mr. Gray was only keeping me company for my birthday because I didn't have any friends. Please don't let this affect

up with Mr. Gray." Sophie stepped forward, grabbing Sierra's hand with trembling fingers. Her face was painted with

Slap!

as Sierra's palm connected with

sharp sting radiated across her cheek, and she realized her

you crazy?" Benson, equally shocked by Sierra's actions, stood frozen for a moment. Then, snapping out of

Sophie behind him to shield her protectively. Sierra stumbled back from the force of the push, colliding with the edge of

the blade of the fruit knife lying there, and a thin,

toward Sierra as if to help her.

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

red, swollen cheek, and whatever guilt he'd felt toward Sierra dissolved in an instant.

have even a shred of the kindness

biting, but all of it was

tears threatening to spill. The pain in

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