Chapter 7

The noise next door eventually subsided.

Julian walked over, patting my shoulder awkwardly. His lips parted as if searching for words of comfort, but all he managed to say was:

"Don't beat yourself up. There are plenty of men out there."

My gaze drifted past his shoulder to the neon lights blinking outside the window.

Memories flooded my mind—every single time Tyler was supposedly "away on business."

Every time I prayed for his flight safety and wished him luck on his meetings... how many of those trips were real?

All those check-in photos, all those daily updates—which were truth, and which were calculated lies?

In this apartment, the so-called birthplace of our love story... how many times had he brought women here to betray me?

Did he buy her a promise ring here too?

Seeing me drift off, Julian called my name in a low, husky whisper:

"Sienna."

"Just start over. You deserve better."

I gave a faint nod.

My mind was so overwhelmed that I didn't even stop to wonder how this supposed stranger knew my full name.

I just stared at him blankly and asked:

"How long has this been going on?"