could finally stand again.
The moment she was back on her feet, her phone rang—immigration office. Her permanent residency was approved.
That was it. No more reason to stay.
She packed up the last of her stuff, suitcase in hand, ready to go.
But the second she stepped outside, she crashed straight into Andrew.
Before she could react, his voice cut like ice.
“Lena, how old are you? Still pulling this runaway act?” His expression darkened. “I’ve told you over and over—quit your obsession with me. But you don’t listen, and you keep hurting Nicole. Am I wrong for punishing you?”
Lena was too drained to care. How many times had she said it? She didn’t love him anymore. Why wouldn’t he believe her?
Andrew sighed, rubbing his temple, clearly annoyed. “Fine. Go clear your head. Nicole’s pregnancy is unstable, and I’m busy with the wedding. If you stay, who knows what you’ll try to pull.”
Then, without waiting for a response, he grabbed her suitcase.
“I’ll take you to the airport myself.”
Lena didn’t argue. Didn’t explain. She just followed.
The car tore down the road in silence. Neither of them spoke.
At the airport, Lena reached for her luggage, ready to go.
That’s when Andrew finally asked, “Where’s your ticket to?”
Before she could answer, his voice iced over again. “Stay close. Don’t go too far. Once Nicole and I are married, I’ll come get you.”
Lena didn’t argue. Didn’t react. Just nodded. “I understand.”
She grabbed her suitcase and walked inside.
Only when Andrew’s car vanished into traffic did she pull out her phone and quietly block his number.
Come get her back?
No need, Andrew.
She was never coming back.
