Chapter 1

During a weekend road trip, his "girl best friend" got bored and dared him to pull a prank.

So, he ditched me at a highway rest stop, luggage and all.

When I called him in disbelief, he laughed and said, "It's just a joke. I'll pick you up in an hour."

I waited at that rest stop all night.

No calls. No texts.

A year later, he transferred to a new company.

The moment he realized I was his new director, his jaw dropped.

With red-rimmed eyes, he begged me to take him back.

I picked up the cup of coffee from my desk and said coldly:

"Sorry, but I’m already married."

A cup of scalding coffee splashed straight across Logan’s face.

He wiped his cheeks in utter humiliation.

I held the empty mug, watching the dark liquid soak into his crisp dress shirt. It felt shockingly satisfying.

A year ago at that highway rest stop, I had waited all night in the freezing wind, and he hadn't even bothered to send a text.

"Sienna, let me explain!"

Logan didn't even care about wiping his face. He lunged forward to grab my wrist.

I stepped back, easily dodging his hand.

"I really was going to turn back and pick you up that night! But an emergency came up at work, and my phone died," he pleaded, his eyes bloodshot with desperation.

"The next morning, I went back for you, but you were gone! I looked for you everywhere!"

I watched his pathetic performance, my heart completely flat.

If someone truly wanted to find you, would they vanish for an entire year without a single word?

If he had ever cared, would he have dumped me on the side of the highway with my suitcases?

"Is that so?" I replied flatly, setting the coffee cup on my desk. "Sounds like you were very busy."

Logan bit his lip, stepping closer.

"Sienna, I know you're still mad at me. But I honestly didn't mean any harm. It was just a joke! Don't be so petty, okay?"

Petty.

When that word left his mouth, I almost burst out laughing.

Ditching me alone at a deserted rest stop in the middle of nowhere, leaving me in the dark for twelve hours with no way to reach anyone.

And he called that a joke.

"Logan, the past is in the past," I said, leaning back into my leather office chair, my voice deadpan. "I'm married now."

"What?" Logan froze, then let out an amused scoff. "No way. You're lying, right?"

He pulled up a chair, sat opposite me, and tilted his chin up with unbearable arrogance.

"Sienna, you think I don't know how much you loved me?" he whispered. "You cut ties with your own parents just to move across the country for me. You swore you'd never marry anyone else in this lifetime. I remember every single word."

A sharp pang pricked my chest.

He was right. Back then, I loved him so blindly that I completely lost myself.

When he said long-distance was too hard, I quit my job and relocated to his city.

When he said his parents didn't approve of me, I bent over backward just to win their favor.

When he said he needed space, I waited quietly in our apartment, never daring to question him.

And in the end, my reward was being abandoned on the side of a highway.

"People change," I said, my fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard. "If you have nothing else to say, go report to HR. Your desk is on the third floor."

Logan didn't move. He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over me with smug appraisal.

"Come on, Sienna, cut the act." He leaned back, crossing his legs. "You're married? To whom? Give me a name."

"My husband’s last name is Vance," I said evenly. "He owns this company."