On the other side of the city, Dania still hadn’t received the divorce papers from Beth. She paced back and forth in the hotel room, her nerves fraying with every minute that passed. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and called Beth. "Beth, you promised to sign the divorce papers! Where’s the agreement?" Beth’s voice came through the phone, light and almost mocking. "Oh, that. I did say that, didn’t I? But I’ve changed my mind." "You’re playing games with me!" Dania’s face turned pale with fury. "Congratulations—you finally figured it out." Beth’s tone was sharp with disdain. "I’m done talking to you. If Tony wants that divorce agreement so badly, he can come get it himself." And with that, Beth hung up. Dania’s hand trembled as she stared at the dark screen. Then, with a furious scream, she hurled the phone to the floor. Her beautiful face twisted with rage. The bracelets on her wrist began to shake violently, the tiny bells clashing together with an ear-piercing chime. All around the room, the glass decorations cracked one after another."Bitch!" she spat, her voice shaking with hate. Her nails dug into her palms until blood welled up. "Just wait. When I bring Tony back, I’ll make sure you beg for death before I’m done with you…" Time was running out for Dania. To complete the mission assigned to her, she had no choice but to send Tony to meet Beth himself. When Beth received Tony’s call, she hesitated—but in the end, she went. At the Rose Garden Restaurant, Tony sat alone by the window, his posture calm, his expression unreadable. Beth paused in the doorway, watching him from a distance. His side profile, so familiar and distant all at once, stirred a flood of memories. She still remembered the day they met—an ordinary, sunny afternoon. A waiter had accidentally spilled coffee all over her, and Tony had appeared out of nowhere, a perfect gentleman, saving her from embarrassment. From that moment on, he had pursued her relentlessly. Beth had fallen for his humor, his kindness, the gentle warmth that was hers alone. Through all their storms, she had believed their bond unbreakable. The idea that the man who had once loved her so deeply could now turn away—it was something she still couldn’t bring herself to accept. Tony turned his head just then, meeting her gaze. His eyes were cold, empty of the affection that used to live there. Beth felt a stab of pain, sharp and cruel. She forced herself to sit down across from him. "Sign it." Tony pushed the papers toward her, his tone as cold as his expression. Beth’s fingers trembled slightly. "Miles, do you really not remember what we had—what we meant to each other?" "I told you," Tony said flatly, "we don’t love you anymore." Beth looked straight at him, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to let fall. "Alright. Then say it again. Say ‘Tony doesn’t love Beth,’ and I’ll sign." Tony frowned impatiently but obliged. "Tony doesn’t… doesn’t…" Suddenly, his voice faltered. His hand flew to his chest, sweat beading across his forehead. His lips trembled, but he couldn’t seem to say the final word."N-no…" His voice broke, strangled, as if some invisible force was tightening around his throat. His fingers spasmed uncontrollably, knocking over the water glass. "Shut up!" he suddenly roared, slamming his fist against the table so hard that the dishes rattled. Then, just as abruptly, he clutched his chest again, his face turning ghostly pale. "Miles?" Beth cried out in panic, rising from her seat. Tony doubled over, his body trembling, sweat pouring down his face. "Shut up! Shut up! I said shut up!" he shouted, his voice laced with agony. Before Beth could reach him, Dania appeared out of nowhere and shoved her violently to the ground.