Healing A Broken Heart

I clenched onto my bag tightly as I hurried out of the corridor.

As I was rushing, I didn't see where I was going and ended up bumping into someone accidentally.

The man held me by my shoulders. Then, I heard him saying in an euphonious voice, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine…"

Tempted to curl myself up into my coat, I kept my head down.

"You don't look like you're okay. Do you need help?" he probed again.

I lifted my head and took a glance at the man with a pleasant-sounding voice.

The man had the bearing of an elite businessman. He was in a black, smart-looking suit, and he had buttoned his shirt all the way up to his neck. Even his hair was meticulously styled.

"Why are the both of you tugging at one another? What are you doing?" Tyler yelled out at me from the other end of the corridor after he dashed out after me.

He stormed over. His shiny leather shoes against the red carpet appeared heavy and solemn, giving him an air of superiority.

He jeered, "I see you've found someone new. It's no wonder that you dared to embarrass me in public."

I wanted to leave the corridor as I listened to that remark of his.

There was no need to involve unrelated people into the matters between Tyler and I. After all, Tyler was the most powerful in all of Burgton City, while that man looked like an average businessman who couldn't afford to offend Tyler.

However, the man stuffed a handkerchief into my hands.

"Wipe your tears," he said in a calm and tender voice.

As he said that, he walked out of the corridor with me.

Subsequently, I heard someone from the other end of the corridor say, "I've seen that person at an auction. He's a big shot from Napolo City if I'm not mistaken…"

I bid the man goodbye at the door to the elevator.

In the elevator, I studied my slightly worn out face. The combination of my bright red lipstick and dark eyeshadow made me look appealing.

This was the style of makeup that Tyler liked. But, this wasn't me.

In the club's courtyard, water from a fountain danced to the melody that was played.

I removed the ring from the middle finger on my right hand and threw it into the fountain.

That was the couple ring that I gave to Tyler in the fourth year that we were together. That night, he went at it real hard.

After we were done, he slipped the ring on his finger casually. It fit on his finger just nicely. After all, I measured it countless times while he was fast asleep.

I returned to my room. Even until noon the next day, there was no news on my cell phone at all.

On the surface, August Club looked like it was opened by me. But, in reality, Tyler was the biggest investor. In a way, it was considered to be the fruit of our joint labor.

It was also the only place that kept us connected.

I observed the decoration in the lobby, which was designed with much effort. Everything from the design framework to the choice of colors was decided upon after my repeated communication with the interior designer.

I picked up a stool from beside me and swung it hard at the table.

It was Sunday today. As the club was located in the suburbs, no one knew what was happening.

The loud bangs sounded like battle drums, awakening every aggressive cell in my body. Even the massive fish tank and expensive potted plants were smashed to smithereens.

Specks of filth splattered onto the paint, which hadn't completely dried.

I ended up smashing everything in the room that was visibly breakable.

Scanning the chaotic mess around me, I wiped the tears off my face, then packed up the few garments I bought for myself into my suitcase.

I placed Tyler's supplementary card from my bag onto my vanity table.

After all that, I got onto a plane to Southhope City—the city I had always been wanting to visit. Despite Tyler's repeated promises, he had never gone there with me.