"That's great news, Natalie. You finally came to your senses!" Renee practically dropped her phone; her fingers were shaking. This brilliant young designer had spent years fading into the wallpaper at Luke Corp just to stay by Jensen's side. After his crash five years ago, she'd even given up a rib—and something far more devastating—to bring him back from the brink. Since then, she'd thrown herself into the relationship like a moth plunging into flames. But now… the voice coming through the phone didn't sound like the Natalie she knew. It was low. Rough. Completely hollow. "Natalie… did Jensen do something to you?" Renee caught the real issue instantly. A long silence stretched out. Then a broken sob slipped through. Renee closed her eyes. She should've known—only Jensen himself could hurt Natalie badly enough to make her walk away.She wanted to curse him out. She wanted to comfort Natalie. But when she opened her mouth, the words tangled on her tongue. "Just… just get your visa done and get over here. A woman needs her own career. And this Grant International Holdings program? Nat, it's huge. With your talent, you'll shine there." Her voice made Natalie nod faintly. "I'll get the visa sorted as soon as I can." "I'll be waiting!" After the call, Natalie finally noticed the storm outside. Rain lashed against the windows. The wild wind rattled the wind chime in the living room. That wind chime—made of the paper cranes she folded every day while praying for Jensen's life—had once symbolized her hope. After he recovered, Jensen had turned it into a chime and hung it proudly in the living room. Now, staring at it made her stomach turn. She reached up to take it down, but her elbow bumped into a photo frame on the bar counter. It fell and shattered. Glass scattered everywhere.Inside were two photos. Natalie froze. Two? She picked them up. The first was her and Jensen, taken five years ago the night they became a couple. But the second… Sharon and Jensen. Sharon was glowing, smiling like sunlight. Jensen stood behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, his eyes soft—tender in a way that made Natalie's throat tighten painfully. Underneath the photo, Jensen had written in dramatic cursive: Farewell, my love. The timestamp read 3 a.m.—the night after his recovery. Exactly seven hours before he came to Natalie with roses, asking her to be his girlfriend. Her fingers shook around the photo. In an instant, every sweet memory turned to ash.What she thought was love… was just him patching up the ruins of a relationship he'd never gotten over. With a ragged breath, Natalie tore the wind chime down. Paper cranes scattered across the floor, fluttering like the pieces of her heart. Her phone buzzed—twice. It was Renee, forwarding her the official training invitation from Grant International Holdings. Natalie steadied herself, grabbed her documents, and headed out into the rain to the immigration office. After reviewing everything, the clerk said, "Ms. Summers, your visa will take about ten days. Please wait for our notification." “Alright. Thank you." As she stepped outside, her phone rang—Jensen. "Natalie, something urgent came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Before she could respond, he hung up. Then her WhatsApp chimed again.It was Sharon. She'd sent two videos. In the first, Sharon and Jensen held red marriage certificates, kissing. Timestamp: yesterday. In the second, Jensen knelt with a ring—the ring Natalie had designed for her own future wedding—slipping it onto Sharon's finger. Timestamp: five minutes before Jensen called her. Of course he wasn't coming home tonight. It was his wedding night. Natalie let out a short, cold laugh. Then Sharon sent a voice message. "Natalie, Jensen is my legal husband now. You're not allowed to see him anymore. If you do, I won't go easy on you. And don't think it'll be as simple as that little basement punishment from last time." Natalie didn't hesitate. "Don't worry. I have no interest in being the other woman." Then she blocked her. The moment he chose Sharon, everything between them was over. In ten days, Natalie would be gone. And she would never look back. She took a cab home. On her way upstairs, she asked the supermarket owner for a few cardboard boxes. Everything that reminded her of Jensen went into them. Gifts, clothes he'd bought for her, the sentimental things he'd given her over the years— all of it went straight into the trash. Only the expensive jewelry remained. Those she would return. By the time she finished cleaning, it was past midnight. Exhausted beyond emotion, she showered and fell asleep the moment she lay down.The next morning, she took the jewelry to the bank and rented a deposit box. She told the manager to give the key to Jensen in ten days. Back home, she began packing for her move overseas. And right then—Jensen walked in. He paused immediately. "Did something go missing in here?" Natalie didn't even look up. "I just cleared out some old junk. Figured it's time to get new things soon." “Sure. If you see anything you want, let me know. I'll have my assistant handle it." He tossed his coat onto the couch—and then his gaze landed on something on the side table. Design drafts. "The launch for the 'Devotion' jewelry line is tomorrow. You should come with me." Natalie froze. She'd worked at Luke Corp for three years. Designed multiple hit pieces.But Jensen had never once taken her to a single product launch. No one else even knew that Sundy—the mysterious chief designer—was actually her. This invitation… must be guilt. Natalie kept her voice steady. “Okay.” Before she walked away for good, she would reclaim her place—publicly. Just then, her phone buzzed. An international number. The screen lit up. Jensen's brows drew together. "Why are you getting calls from overseas?"