A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 2

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

an incredulous laugh, he flicked away his cigarette butt. "You're serious? Don't come crying to me later

Gray was only keeping me company for my birthday because I didn't have

slap me a few times, but please, I'm begging you, don't break up with Mr. Gray." Sophie stepped forward, grabbing Sierra's hand with

Slap!

sound echoed through the room as Sierra's palm

radiated across

Sierra's actions, stood frozen for a

her protectively. Sierra stumbled back from the force of the push, colliding

blade of the fruit knife lying there, and a thin, sharp cut appeared. Blood began

stepped toward Sierra as if to help her. But before he could move further, Sophie clutched

I'm willing to take a few

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

You don't have even a shred of

voice was firm and biting, but all of

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

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