I closed Instagram and leaned back in my chair. Outside, the night was dark, but the city lights blazed bright.

The city kept turning, but my life felt like someone had hit pause on it. I opened my contacts and scrolled through the screen. Names of my colleagues, clients, and friends flashed by.

Finally, I stopped on one name. I stared at it, and my heart suddenly raced. I hesitated for a long, long time before I dialed the number I hadn't called in years.

"Claire?" That familiar voice came through, surprised, with a hint of nervous tension.

"Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm," I said. "Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."

"Okay." He didn't ask why and just said, "I'll be there on time."

"And," I paused. "Dress formally."

"Okay."

…

The next evening, I carefully applied my makeup and changed into a deep blue cocktail dress. I arrived at the fine-dining restaurant by the sea half an hour early.

Ever since college, I would come here whenever I went through a breakup. I sat by the window, watching the ocean outside. The sun was setting, turning the surface of the water golden.

Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Diana.

"Claire, the company board held an emergency meeting. They said the company's image was damaged when you called off the engagement, and even the stock price was affected.

"Claire, please. Can you two just talk this through?"

I deleted the message, but another message soon came in. This time from my mother.

"Claire, do you know what you're doing? You know the power Marcus's family holds in this city. Calling off the engagement now will affect your career."

I simply turned off my phone. It was five minutes to 7:00 pm when the restaurant door opened. To my surprise, Marcus and Lily walked in together.

"Claire, I knew you'd be here." Marcus saw me and strode over.

Lily followed behind him, wearing a victorious smile on her face.

I frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Claire, I know you're still angry, but we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Claire, you need to be reasonable." Marcus sat down across from me.

"Calling off the engagement doesn't benefit you, and your position at the investment bank needs my family's support. You need to understand. Without me, you're nothing."

Lily stood behind him and said gently, "Ms. White, Marcus is right. I don't have to live at his apartment if you really mind."

"But…" she pivoted. "You also need to understand Marcus. He's just kind and wants to help me. With how aggressive and unreasonable you are, what man could handle that?"

"Claire," Marcus continued, "I'm giving you one last chance. If you apologize now and admit you were wrong, I can forgive you. Our engagement can continue."

He glanced at Lily and added, "Of course, Lily will continue living at my apartment. That's non-negotiable. She's a family member I need to care for. This arrangement works for everyone."

Lily lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. I slowly stood up, my gaze cutting into Marcus like a knife.

"Marcus, thank you for coming tonight. You've made me even more certain my decision was right.

"You think I can't survive without you?" I laughed.

"Marcus, you think way too highly of yourself. I earned my position at the investment bank and built my own career. I don't need anyone's support.

I looked at him and continued, "As for marriage, I don't need a man who treats me like a tool. I don't need a man who expects me to understand while he takes care of his ex-girlfriend.

"Marcus Harrison," I said, enunciating each word. "It's not about the last chance you've given me. It's—"

"Claire!" As the restaurant door opened again, a familiar voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look. A tall figure stood in the doorway, backlit so his face wasn't clear, but he held a bouquet of sunflowers.

Yes. Not roses, but sunflowers. My favorite flower.

When Marcus saw who it was, his face completely changed. He recognized Ethan Roberts, heir to Northguard Group, a company worth a thousand times more than Marcus's family business.

"It's that I already have a better option," I continued, looking at Marcus's shocked face.