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 had just

away his cigarette butt. "You're serious? Don't come crying to me later when you change your mind and want

Gray was only keeping me company for my birthday because I didn't have any friends. Please

but please, I'm begging you, don't break up with Mr. Gray." Sophie stepped forward, grabbing Sierra's hand with trembling fingers. Her face was painted with

Slap!

sound echoed through the room as Sierra's palm

sharp sting radiated across her cheek, and she realized her carefully applied makeup was probably

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

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

knife lying there, and a thin, sharp cut appeared. Blood

to the 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

gaze shifted to Sophie's red, swollen cheek, and whatever guilt he'd felt toward Sierra dissolved in an instant.

vicious. You don't have even a shred of

all

closed her eyes, forcing back the tears threatening to spill. The pain in her arm