As if guided by something I couldn’t explain, I agreed. I wanted to see for myself what it would be like in his world, in front of his colleagues, if I showed up not as “Mrs. Henderson,” but as just a photographer.

On the day of the shoot, I arrived at the law firm early. The receptionist asked about my purpose of visit. Just as I took out my work ID, a familiar voice cut in, sharp and unwelcome.

“Kaia? What are you doing here?”

Tonya came striding over in high heels, her gaze sweeping over me like I was something dirty.

Her tone carried an undisguised contempt. “This is a workplace. Unauthorized people aren’t allowed in.”

“I’m here for work.”

Her smile froze. She looked me up and down, then smirked in amusement.

“What kind of work are you here for? Food delivery?” She let out a laugh. “Kaia, quit joking around. This is a law firm, not your kitchen. Unauthorized people aren’t allowed in.”

I took out my credentials and held them up.

“I have an appointment with the magazine. I’m here for the three o’clock appointment this afternoon to photograph Mr. Henderson for an interview.”

She raised a brow, questioning me. “What kind of magazine would hire you? You couldn’t even understand the language.”

I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone, dialing Mark’s number.

He picked up, sounding impatient. “What is it? I’m busy.”

“I’m at your firm.”

There was a two-second pause on the other end, followed by the sound of footsteps. He came out, and the moment he saw me, his brows furrowed.

“What are you doing here? Go home. We’ve got plans tonight.”

“I’m here for work,” I said, handing him the appointment letter again.

He glanced at it but didn’t take it, his expression almost mocking. “What work could you possibly have here?”

“Photography.”

He looked at me with that familiar trace of disdain in his eyes.

“You haven’t touched a camera in five years. What do you think you can shoot? Don’t embarrass yourself. Just go home.”

Before he could finish, the elevator doors opened. The magazine’s editor-in-chief had arrived with the team.

“Mr. Henderson! I’ve heard so much about you! Oh, Ms. Paul, you’re here!” The editor then turned to me. “Ms. Paul, we can start anytime. Would you like to check the lighting first?”

Mark’s expression froze, while Tonya stood there, stunned.

The interview went smoothly. After it ended, we moved into the photography session. I raised my camera and looked at Mark through the viewfinder. This was the man I had once loved with all my heart, someone I had admired with my entire youth. Yet now, through my lens, all that remained was a handsome and unfamiliar face.

I took three sets of photos, all of which the editor nodded repeatedly in approval. When we wrapped up, I crouched on the floor to switch lenses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tonya walking toward me.

“Ms. Paul, that was a misunderstanding earlier. I’m sorry,” she said with a smile.

Then suddenly, she stumbled, and her whole body lurched forward. As she crashed straight into me, the camera flew out of my hands and slammed into the metal trash can in the corner. With a crack, the lens shattered, and a fracture split across the camera body.

My mind went blank. That camera… was my father’s. The day he passed, I had clutched it in my arms and cried the entire night.

Tonya kept apologizing, her tone flustered, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I was so careless. Kaia, please don’t be mad…”

Rage overcame me. I stood up, eyes red, and raised my hand toward her face.

“Kaia! Have you lost your mind?” Mark interrupted.

He grabbed my wrist hard and yanked me back, pulling me behind him as he shielded Tonya. He glared at me.

“Tonya didn’t do it on purpose! It’s just a stupid camera. Do you really need to make such a big deal out of it? Look at yourself right now! You’re acting like a shrew!”

I stared at his face, suddenly at a loss for words that he was protecting her, and my blood turned cold.

The magazine staff exchanged awkward glances. The editor-in-chief stepped in to smooth things over, saying they’d reschedule, and then quickly led the team away.

I crouched down and picked up the broken camera. At the same time, Mark walked over and held out a few bills to me.

“Take it and get it fixed. That’s enough. Stop making a scene.”

I didn’t take the money, allowing the bills to drift to the floor. I stood up, looked at him, then glanced at Tonya behind him, who was biting her lip and wearing a pitiful expression. Saying nothing, I turned and walked away.

I went to the hospital. As I lay on the operating table, the cold touch of the instruments made my entire body tremble.

I’m sorry… my child, whom I never got to meet.

After the procedure, a dull ache lingered in my lower abdomen, as if something had been forcibly taken from me.

I stood by the side of the street, leaning against a lamppost. It took me ten minutes before I finally managed to get a cab. When I got home, I collapsed onto the bed and drifted into a hazy sleep.

In the middle of the night, my phone rang. Mark’s name flashed on the screen.

I answered, but it wasn’t him who answered.

“Kaia? Mr. Henderson drank too much while attending to a client at dinner tonight. He refuses to leave unless you come pick him up. We’re at a bar. Hurry.”

It was Tonya.

I glanced at the time. It was two o’clock in the morning. My lower abdomen still ached, and my whole body felt weak. I opened my mouth, but my throat was so dry I couldn’t make a sound.

After hanging up, I lay back down. Then, my phone rang again. Even when I declined it, it rang again. On the third call, I forced myself up and got dressed. Every movement pulled at the pain, but I was used to it. It had been five years of being on call whenever he needed me, swallowing my own pain, and putting him first. This time, I’d consider it a final goodbye.

It took me an hour on the subway to get the bar. When I pushed the door open, the lights were dim, and the music was deafening.

I looked around, but didn’t see Mark. So, I called him, and the line connected.

“Hello? Mark? Where are you–”

There was a rustling sound of fabric shifting on the other end, followed by Tonya’s voice.

“Mr. Henderson… go slower…”

Then came Mark’s drunken voice, low and hoarse. “Okay.”

I stood frozen at the entrance of the bar, phone in hand, listening. My stomach churned. I leaned against the wall and gagged, but nothing came out.

After hanging up, I turned to leave. Suddenly, three drunk and foreign men appeared in front of me. Their eyes roamed over me.

“Young woman, are you all alone?”

“Why don’t you come have some fun with us?”

One of them, his teeth yellowed, stepped closer and reached out to touch my face. I stepped back, my back hitting the wall. Taking the opportunity, another grabbed my wrist. His grip was so tight that I couldn’t break free.

“Get away from me! My friend is on his way!” I shouted, but my voice trembled uncontrollably.

“Friend? Where is this friend of yours?”

They burst into laughter, closing in tighter around me.

“Help–” I barely got the word out before someone covered my mouth.

Before long, they dragged me toward the alley. I struggled with everything I had, my nails clawing across someone’s face, earning me a hard slap in return.

My vision went dark. My ears rang. With trembling hands, I tried calling Mark again, praying he would hear me and come save me. On the other end, those nauseating sounds seemed to pause for a brief moment. Then, the call was abruptly cut.

When I tried again, his phone was switched off, and my phone was kicked away. As someone forced me down, the stench of alcohol filled my face, and rough hands yanked at my shoulder strap, despair swallowing me whole.

I closed my eyes. Just as my consciousness began to fade, a blinding white light cut through the darkness.

“Hey! What are you doing? Let her go, or I’m calling the police!”

The weight on me suddenly lifted. The men cursed and scattered. The person who saved me was a middle-aged woman. She asked if I wanted to call the police, and I shook my head.

After thanking her, I picked up my phone and staggered to my feet. By the time I got home, dawn was breaking. I stood in the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My lip was split. My hair was a mess. My eyes were red and swollen. Then, I opened the back of my closet and pulled out the suitcase I had packed long ago.

On the way to the airport, my phone kept ringing. Mark’s name flashed again and again, but I didn’t answer. At the airport, I removed my local SIM card from my phone and tossed it into the trash before walking into the departure hall.

The boarding announcement echoed overhead.

I stood up, picked up my suitcase, and walked forward.

At security, a staff member asked, “Ma’am, are you traveling alone?”

I nodded.

I looked out the window at the white plane waiting on the runway, and suddenly, a smile broke out on my face.

Goodbye, Mark.