I had been hiding out at home for a month.

The only thing I used to do was scroll through Twitter and news feeds, searching for any dirt on Kate. Now, though, I couldn't even bring myself to turn on my phone.

As soon as I powered it up, it was flooded with insults and slander.

Some people had even sent me wreaths and memorial photos.

The paparazzi had been parked outside for a month, hoping to catch this so-called agent in a scandalous affair with a superstar.

But they were disappointed. Kate hadn't shown up even once.

When Rebecca Moore came knocking, I was still lounging at home, doing nothing.

Rebecca, my sister, was a free spirit—wild and adventurous.

She looked at me with disdain. "I thought after leaving the Moore Group for ten years to chase your dreams, you'd be doing better. Didn't expect you'd be in such a mess."

I could only manage a wry smile. Ten years had been my own doing.

Rebecca's arrival also signaled the countdown to my return to the Moore family. But before that, there was one thing I wanted to do.

Perhaps it was the intense repression, but right now, what I craved most was a complete release.

I raised an eyebrow at Rebecca. "Do you still have that Beast of yours?"

Rebecca's interest was immediately piqued. "You're thinking of racing?"

She came over and patted my shoulder with a curious grin. "Did you know Vincent's racing this time too? I'll make sure you're signed up—no backing out now."

Rebecca joked that the Moore family had never produced a romantic fool, and having me was quite enough.

I thought I wasn't a romantic fool, just stubborn.

The Oray Mountain Motocross was an event Kate and I had planned together, with her as a special guest.

As I stood on the track, that familiar sense of freedom washed over me again.

I finally managed to suppress the confusion and fear gnawing at me. I couldn't help but smile, thinking, "If Dad knew I was too scared of online abuse to even turn on my phone, he'd probably laugh at me for life."

I turned on my phone, and a barrage of messages appeared. I skimmed through them quickly—mostly hateful rants from Kate's fans and some gloating from peers.

They all thought I'd hit rock bottom.

At the very end, there were 99 missed calls from Kate.

I thought, "Maybe she cares me after all."

I sent her a message: [I'm at Oray's track. Let's talk after the race.]

I admitted to myself that I still couldn't let go, but I wasn't sure if it was her I couldn't let go of or the ten years we spent together.

I prayed to the heavens—if I could win, maybe we could go back to how things were. I'd be willing to overlook all this pain.

Kate arrived, but she was accompanied by Vincent.

She was as stunning as ever, the kind of beauty that drew every man's gaze like a magnet.

I was no exception.

When Kate saw me on the track, her beautiful eyes widened with surprise.

Strangely, though, I felt an unexpected calm inside.

I thought, "I know her well, but does she really understand me?

Does she grasp that I am this wild, stubborn, and impulsive person?"

I didn't linger on her face; it seemed to unsettle her.

But I didn't turn back.

The starting gun fired, and I took off like an arrow from a bow, leaving Vincent far behind.

Rebecca had told me that Vincent was the favorite to win, but I just smirked.

The record I set ten years ago still stood unbroken.

Vincent and I charged towards the finish line, neck and neck.

I braked in time, but Vincent came speeding at me full throttle.

What a lunatic.

After a deafening crash, I felt a searing pain. The crowd gasped and screamed around me.

My vision blurred with blood, but I fought to open my eyes, searching for her.

Finally, I saw her by the side—Kate, holding Vincent's hand, her face etched with worry.

At that moment, I remembered her sitting by my bedside when I was sick, holding my hand and saying, "If we hold on tightly, I can share my health with you, and you'll get better sooner."

That was the young Kate, the one who loved me.

But where did she go?

No matter how hard I tried to find her now, she seemed to have vanished.

I thought, "Heaven, if you can hear me, please bring her back."