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.

right? Sierra

froze. Then, with an incredulous laugh, he flicked away his cigarette butt. "You're serious? Don't come crying to me later when you change your mind and want

my birthday because

but please, I'm begging you, don't break up with Mr. Gray." Sophie stepped forward, grabbing Sierra's

Slap!

the room as Sierra's palm connected

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

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

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

and a thin, sharp cut appeared.

toward Sierra as if to help her. But before

Gray, this is all my fault. Please don't be mad at Sierra. I'm willing to take a few slaps if it means she won't be

swollen cheek, and whatever guilt he'd

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

but all of it was in

forcing back the tears threatening to spill. The pain in her arm from the cut was nothing compared to the ache in