Luke had crushed the invitation and cast the matter aside.

He paused when he saw me inside. I turned away, unwilling to see his face.

Amanda whined in his arms, "My feet hurt. These heels made them swell."

He glanced at her ankles, red from her shoes, but he barely noticed my leg in a cast when he walked in and said, "Check her first."

I glared. "Don't push it!"

The doctor glanced at Amanda's feet. "Medical resources are for real injuries. Find another doctor."

Amanda hid her frustration. "It's not that bad. I can wait..."

Before she could continue, Luke stopped her and gently set her on the next bed. Then he made a call.

Soon, the doctor apologized, "Sorry, I'll take you to another doctor."

I realized Luke had pulled strings behind it, but instead of arguing with him, I took a deep breath and left with the doctor's help.

I glanced at Luke, who remained composed. "A lesson will teach you where you went wrong."

I walked away without responding. Soon, another doctor cast my foot.

Then I went home and called a cleaner to clear out my room. The jewelry, clothes, and bags Luke had given me were all donated. The couple's items I'd bought for him were all thrown away.

I stared at the pile. Those hidden things, once cherished, now saw daylight in a trash bin.

I turned to leave, only to bump into a warm embrace. Luke glanced at the dumpster, and his eyes narrowed.

"Had enough? Throwing a tantrum is childish, don't you think?" he sulked.

I simply walked past him, grabbed my suitcase, and headed for a taxi. The driver saw my limp and helped load my luggage.

Luke strode over, stopping him. "Running away? Cut the drama, okay?"

"You're standing in my way," I muttered.

He froze, taken aback by my indifference. Before, I'd have screamed and cried.

As the stalemate went on, he finally noticed my cast. "What happened to your..."

I ignored him and limped to the car. He lowered his head, sighing. "Fine, go have fun. We'll talk when you're back."

"We have nothing to talk about!" I snorted, getting into the taxi.

He froze, then bolted toward the house, like he had forgotten something.

The driver sighed, "Your boyfriend, huh? Rushing home like that, not even checking on you."

I looked out the window, taking one last glance at the place I'd lived for four years. I didn't answer. "Airport, please."

Maybe Luke never saw me as his girlfriend. It was fine. We'd never cross paths again.