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

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

my birthday because I didn't have any friends. Please don't let this affect your relationship with

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

Slap!

echoed through the room as Sierra's palm

actually hit her. A sharp sting radiated across her cheek, and she

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

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

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

expression shifted. He instinctively stepped toward Sierra as

mad at Sierra. I'm willing to take a few slaps if it

cheek, and whatever guilt he'd felt toward Sierra dissolved

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

voice was firm and biting, but all

threatening to spill. The pain in