Chapter 2

After being discharged from the hospital, Cheyenne went straight to complete her emigration paperwork. The staff processed her application and told her the approval would take around 15 business days. She spent the next two days resting at home before finally gathering everything that reminded her of Nolan—photos from their trips, the gifts tucked away in the storage room, their matching mugs and sleepwear. She kept nothing and set it all ablaze. Just then, Nolan came home. The sight of the ashes stopped him cold. He could only stare at her, disbelief etched across his face. "What did you burn?" "Just some useless things." Nolan paid it little attention and handed her the gift he'd been holding. His tone was noticeably gentler than it had been just a few days ago. "Are you sick? You look so pale. It seems like you've lost a lot of weight." Cheyenne was taken aback by his sudden concern. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice unusually distant. Her tone made Nolan realize immediately that something wasn't right. Thinking back to their last encounter, he hurriedly explained, "The company had an emergency a couple of days ago. I had to handle it quickly, so I might have sounded harsh. "You've been wanting this bag for a while, right? I asked my secretary to get it for you. Don't be mad anymore, okay?" Cheyenne looked at it. When the bag first came out, she had playfully told him how much she liked it. Back then, Nolan hadn't paid much attention, so she had contacted the sales assistant herself and managed to get the latest model. Now, two months later, he had gone ahead and bought it for her. In truth, she had long since lost interest. "It's been so long. What made you think of giving it to me now?" Nolan had expected her to be thrilled, but she remained surprisingly calm. "Since you like this bag, it's only natural I'd buy it for you. Didn't I use to give you gifts all the time?" As he spoke, he suddenly realized that it had been ages since he'd bought Cheyenne anything. He had no memory of what the last gift was or when he had given it. The thought stunned him, and a mix of emotions flashed across his face. Cheyenne quietly observed the flicker of guilt in his eyes. Without a word, she turned and walked back to her room. All of a sudden, a friend request from an unfamiliar account appeared on her phone. Her gaze hardened as she recognized the profile picture. After accepting the request, the person immediately sent her an address. "Do you have a moment? Let's meet. I have quite a few things with me that I think will interest you." It was none other than Georgia. Cheyenne understood exactly why she had sent the message. Before severing ties completely with Nolan, she wanted to meet her in person. She couldn't help but wonder what it was about Georgia that made Nolan unable to move on. After getting changed, Cheyenne made her way to the cafe. The moment she arrived, Georgia handed her a stack of photos. Most of them were candid shots of Nolan at Georgia's wedding, while the others showed recent selfies of them enjoying dates and shopping together. Georgia had anticipated that the photos would strike a painful blow to Cheyenne. But as she raised her chin, all she saw was Cheyenne's calm and unwavering expression. Unable to hold back any longer, Georgia began to gloat. "It's been three years, and Nolan still hasn't gotten over me. Cheyenne, what does it matter if you have him now? His heart will always belong to me. "The moment I reached out, he didn't hesitate to crash my wedding. He even bought me a villa, promised to visit every week, and left his assistant to manage my needs. For men, the woman they can't have is always the most desirable. I'm afraid you'll never win against me." Was the one who got away really the most irresistible? Maybe. After all, Nolan had already shown her that was true. Cheyenne loosened her grip and replied in a hoarse voice, "And what does it matter? If you were really the one he loved most, then why did he let you go three years ago and marry me instead?" Georgia was caught off guard. It took her a moment to find her words. "Sure, what Nolan and I had back then couldn't compare to the bond you two shared as childhood sweethearts. But the moment you forced him to cut ties with me, you sealed your fate." Hearing those words, Cheyenne finally understood how everything with Nolan had spiraled out of control. Georgia was right. The moment she forced Nolan to make a choice, she had gone from being the shining star in his life to nothing more than a fly buzzing around his head. Meanwhile, Georgia had become the spark in his soul. Cheyenne took a deep breath, forcing back the emotions threatening to rise. A faint smile crossed her lips as she spoke, "I may have lost, but there's no denying the truth. As the one who tore apart a marriage, I'm afraid you won't win in the end." Having said her piece, Cheyenne stood up. After settling her bill, she got ready to leave. Georgia, however, couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind her words. In a fit of frustration, she rushed after Cheyenne and grabbed her wrist. "So you still can't let it go, huh? Do you honestly think Nolan will come back to you? You're freaking delusional! Let me show you right now who truly matters to him!"