“Xavier, just because I like you, you’re going to push me away?”

“I ran my feet raw in high heels chasing after you! Look at my feet, how can you be so cruel…”

Sophie’s voice was thick with tears, her face a picture of tragic beauty.

Xavier was silent. He knelt down to check her injuries.

And in that instant, Sophie pushed him to the ground, their lips crashing together.

I watched with my own eyes as he offered no resistance, sinking into the kiss and then responding with even greater force.

They both had their eyes closed, completely lost in that long, deep kiss.

When Xavier opened his eyes, his passion-filled gaze suddenly widened in shock.

Because he saw me.

Under the table, our eyes met.

I don’t know what my voice sounded like when I said, “Fancy meeting you here, isn’t it?”

Xavier scrambled to his feet. “It’s not what you think. Let me explain.”

I stood up silently. Sophie came over and grabbed my arm. “Sienna, it’s all my fault. I seduced him, it has nothing to do with…”

I stared at her, amused, and pulled the ring off my finger, flinging it at her face. “The identity you wanted to steal? It’s all yours now.”

“As for you, Xavier Roth, we’re done.”

I threw his keys and my resignation letter at him.

He panicked, shoving the limping Sophie aside to rush in front of me.

“Sienna, I don’t want any of this. Just listen to me. I love you, I only want…”

Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face.

“Want what else? Is this enough for you now?”

While he was still seeing stars, I quickly walked out of the studio.

He clutched his swollen cheek and chased after me, his image completely forgotten.

The ground floor of the studio was decorated with my fashion show photos.

With every picture he passed, he would call out when and where he had taken it for me.

From our first meeting to the peak of my career, our memories were intertwined, leaving marks on each other’s lives.

I had to fight with all my might the urge to turn back, just to keep walking forward.

After I got into a taxi, Xavier ran up and pressed his face against the window.

“Sienna, she’s just my protégée! No, a stranger! If you want, I’ll cut off all contact with her.”

I laughed. “A stranger you kiss? Just friends with kissing benefits?”

He shook his head in agony, his defense so weak.

“Sienna, we’re about to get married! I gave you ten years of my life!”

“You know I had depression! I’ll die without you!”

I stared at his tear-streaked face. “You won’t die. Someone else will take care of you.”

“Sophie can’t…”

Ha. Did I say a name?

Seeing his true colors, I decisively rolled up the window and told the driver to go.

He refused to give up and ran back to his car to chase me, but Sophie blocked his path.

She was crying hysterically.

“Xavier, why does it have to be her?”

“I’m the one who loves you more! If you want to chase her, you’ll have to run me over!”

Through the rear window, I saw Xavier get out of the car. The two of them embraced tightly on the side of the road.

I took a deep breath, unpinned Xavier from the top of my chat list, and then deleted them both.

A tear fell onto my pants, spreading into a dark circle, marking the end of a ten-year relationship.

I went home first.

Sophie had slept in the bedroom last night, and I still had things to get.

I didn’t have my key anymore, but there was a spare under the doormat.

The keychain was engraved with the words “Sophie’s Exclusive.” So ridiculous.

As I packed, Xavier’s calls kept coming.

Comforting Sophie on one hand, chasing me on the other. He was certainly busy.

I turned off my phone.

Standing at the doorway, I took one last look at the familiar decor.

I had already signed with the agency in Paris. I probably wouldn't be coming back.

Just as I was about to leave for good, the lock turned.

The next second, a disheveled Xavier appeared before me.