Denys was bent over her, twisting the cap off a water bottle.

He went still when he saw me.

Hailey spoke first. "Sally. You came."

I crossed the room.

"Is it bad?"

She shook her head.

"Just a scraped knee."

I had barely let out a breath when Denys's voice cut in. "Satisfied now?"

I looked up.

"Sorry?"

He set the bottle down on the table.

"If you hadn't made such a scene about calling off the engagement, do you think Hailey would have been this off on her livestream today?"

"If the client hadn't gone after her in front of everyone, would she have fallen?"

I stood there for a few seconds, just making sure I'd heard him right.

"Denys, you think this is my fault?"

"Isn't it?"

His voice went cold. "You know how fragile she is, and you still dragged this through the whole company."

Hailey grabbed his arm. "Denys, don't say that."

He ignored her.

"Sally, I always thought you knew how to handle yourself. That you understood limits."

"And now?"

"Now you'd rather make everyone in the room miserable than back down."

Something in my chest went numb.

"So she gets torn into by a client, and that's on me?"

"She falls, and that's on me too?"

Denys frowned. "Do you have to be so snide about it?"

I looked at him.

"I'm just finishing your sentence for you."

Hailey's tears spilled over. "Sally, I'm sorry. I never wanted the two of you to fight."

It was always this.

She cried, and Denys decided the whole world owed her room to step back.

Me included.

I took a step back.

"Denys, I'll say this one last time."

"The engagement's off. The collaboration's off."

"Whoever you protect from now on has nothing to do with me."

The last warmth left his eyes.

"Sally, don't push me into making this ugly for you in public."

I smiled.

"Don't worry. I won't give you the chance."

As I walked out of the room, I heard Hailey ask softly, "Denys, has she decided she doesn't want me as a friend anymore?"

Denys said, "It's just her temper flaring up. Give it two cold days and she'll come around."

I didn't slow down. Two cold days, sure.

When a heart goes cold all the way through, it doesn't warm back up.

For the next two weeks, Denys didn't come to me.

But the talk about him and Hailey never let up.

People said he drove her to every shoot himself.

For the Southgate Hotel promo, Denys asked for her by name to be on camera.

Someone else said her sponsorship rates had tripled.

Lucretia slapped the desk, furious.

"One fall, and she lands herself right in the heart of the project."

I kept my head down, reworking a drawing.

"Let her."

"You're really not bothered?"

I paused.

"I am."

But I wasn't turning back.

That afternoon, Hailey came to the design department.

White dress, eyes rimmed red.

"Sally."

I didn't look up.

"Miss Winfield. Did you need something?"

Her expression froze for an instant.

"You never used to call me that."

"My eyes used to be worse."

The coworkers around us kept typing, heads down, ears wide open.

Hailey bit her lip. "Denys's stomach has been acting up these past few days. Don't stay angry with him over this."

I lifted my eyes.

"If his stomach's acting up, you should take him to a hospital, not come find me."

The tears fell at once.

"I only wanted to give you both a way out of this."

"Sally, after all these years together, why let it come to this over me?"

I looked at her.

"Hailey. Stop painting yourself as so innocent."

"You know exactly who he'll choose. That's why you always cry at precisely the right moment."

The color drained from her face.

"I don't."

A little way off, Denys came toward us.

"Hailey, come here."

His eyes on me were like ice.

"Don't interrupt her work."

Hailey lowered her head and went to his side.

In that moment, the whole thing struck me as absurd.

I was the one who'd been hurt. Yet in Denys's eyes, the one wronged was always her.

That evening was the final review for the Southgate Hotel project.

As lead designer, I was responsible for the entire scheme.

Ten minutes before the presentation, Denys informed me: "Hailey will open."

I frowned. "She doesn't know the figures."

"She's our promotional partner. She needs visibility."

"This is a final review, not her livestream."

His face went dark.

"Sally, don't drag your personal feelings into the work."

I nearly laughed out loud.

The meeting was already underway.

Hailey took the floor, her voice tight.

The first half went smoothly enough, until the client asked:

"The fireproof paneling for the family-care floor. Which version are you using?"

Hailey had the wrong document open.

"Standard wood veneer."

My stomach went cold. That was Class A fire-rated paneling.

The family-care floor fell under safety compliance. There was no room for error.

I was on my feet at once.

"Excuse me, let me add something here—"

"Sit down."

Denys's voice came cold, and I froze where I stood.

The client's representative had already darkened.

"Standard wood veneer?"

"Is James Group joking around with safety on a family-care floor?"

After the meeting, only the three of us were left in the room.

Denys shut the door, and his first words were:

"Sally, is this how you do your job as lead designer?"

I stared at him, unable to believe it.

"Hailey was the one who got it wrong just now."

"You were in charge of the materials."

"I gave her the correct version."

Hailey's tears spilled over.

"Denys, I didn't mean to. I was just so nervous."

He didn't so much as glance at her. His eyes stayed fixed on me.

"You knew it was her first time in a room like that. Why didn't you walk her through it beforehand?"

Something in me cooled, inch by inch.

"So you want me to take the fall."

He pushed an incident statement across the table.

"Sign it."

I looked at the page.

It read: Lead Designer Sally Fox failed to verify materials, resulting in an inaccurate presentation.

I lifted my head.

"Why?"

His tone was level. "Hailey's commercial contract went public today. She can't have anything go wrong right now."

"And me?"

He was silent for a second.

"You're different."

"Different how?"

He said, "You're my fiancée."

I looked at him, and the last bit of warmth in me went cold too.

So a fiancée wasn't the one you protected. She was the one best suited to be sacrificed.