Emma was up early the next morning, packing her things. She didn't want to take a single piece of clothing Tyler had bought for her, so she decided to buy a few new outfits before leaving.

At the mall, she stood before a fitting room mirror. The blue dress made her look ethereal, and the gathered waist made her look even more delicate.

A sales associate watched from nearby, visibly in awe. "This dress looks great on you. Would you like me to pack this for you?"

Emma was about to say something when a sweet, delicate voice came from behind her. "Look at this dress, Tyler. I love it."

She froze for a moment as she caught sight of Janice in the mirror, clinging to Tyler's arm as they walked over.

He glanced at the dress Emma was wearing and turned to the sales associate. "Get me the same one."

The sales associate lowered her head. "Sorry, sir. This is a limited edition. It's the last one we have in stock."

Tyler furrowed his brows and turned to Janice. "Let's look at something else. I'll get you something better."

Janice pouted and clung to his arm, whining playfully, "No. I want this one."

A heavy silence fell in the store. Tyler paused, then looked at Emma. "Take it off, Emma."

His reply was short and stripped of all warmth.

Emma met his eyes and calmly asked, "Are you sure you want to use your 100th favor on something this trivial, Mr. Manning?"

Tyler knitted his brows together. "What 100th favor?"

Emma didn't bother to explain but pressed further. "Are you sure you want me to take it off?"

Tyler's voice was cold. "Absolutely."

She spun around and stepped into the fitting room. But when she was about to change back into her own clothes, she found that they were gone.

She figured out who was behind it right away. Taking a breath, she walked out in just a strappy top.

Tyler's expression hardened the moment his gaze landed on Emma's bare shoulders. "How could you?"

He yanked off his tailored suit jacket and rushed over, wrapping her tightly in it. The expensive suit jacket carried his signature cedar scent, but nothing could mask the fury in his voice. "I told you to take the dress off, not walk out half-naked."

He snapped over his shoulder, "Face the other way. Do you want me to rip your eyes out?"

The bodyguards quickly turned their backs, holding their breath. Emma saw the anger in Tyler's eyes, and her mind drifted back to that night three years ago.

Back then, she had worn a backless dress to a formal dinner with Tyler. The moment another man had stared a little too long, Tyler's expression had soured, and he had hauled her straight back to his penthouse suite.

Emma had spent nearly the whole week in bed, and he had even fed her in his lap.

Was he seriously still jealous after everything?

She calmly replied, "Ms. Garner had my clothes taken away. I didn't have anything else to wear, so I had no choice but to come out like this."

Janice's eyes turned misty. "That's nonsense. I've been with Tyler the entire time. How could I have done something like that?"

Looking hurt, she bit her lower lip. "If you didn't want to take it off, then you shouldn't have. Why twist the story and make me look like the bad guy?"

Tyler's gaze sharpened as he clamped down on Emma's wrist. His grip was so strong that it left red marks on her skin. "Did I not make myself clear, Emma? The only reason I treated you well was because you look like Janice. But now that she's back, you're just a bodyguard. So start acting like one."

His grip could have crushed her bones, but she didn't even blink.

He fixed his eyes on her, his fingers gradually tightening around her wrist. "Apologize to Janice right now, or you can forget about keeping the jacket."

Tension hung heavy in the air. Emma slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes disturbingly calm. "I did nothing wrong."

Her graceful fingers rested on the buttons on Tyler's jacket, undoing them one by one. As the jacket slipped off, Tyler's pupils shrank in an instant. Did she really just do that?

He called out, "Emma!"

But she had already spun on her heels and walked away. Her slender frame was unyielding, and every step she took was filled with quiet resolve, as if nothing in the world could make her turn back.

Tyler just stood there, watching as Emma walked away without looking back. A wave of dread washed over him like never before.

He instinctively started to go after her, but Janice's soft hand gently held him back.

Janice looked up, her face pale as a sheet and her voice soft and gentle. "You should go after her, Tyler. She's been with you for so many years. You can't just let her walk out like that. Our trip can wait."

He couldn't take his eyes off Emma's fading silhouette. It felt as if something was tightening around his chest.

Yet, he suppressed his unease and said sharply, "Forget about her."

When he shifted his gaze back to Janice, his expression was calm once more. "She's clearly out of line, so she doesn't get to join us on the trip. Let her stay home and think things through."

With that, he took out his phone and called Keith Hartman, his assistant. "Get the private jet ready. Janice and I are leaving right now."

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Meanwhile, as Emma made her way through the mall, she drew stares and hushed whispers as people pointed her way. Some even tried to sneak photos with their phones.

Wearing only a strappy top, she headed out of the mall, her forehead bruised and her gaze steely. Everything about her suggested there was more beneath the surface.

But she wasn't the least bit flustered. She walked with quiet strength, her eyes unwavering, as if the chaos around her had nothing to do with her.

She went to another store and grabbed a plain white tee and a pair of jeans. After changing into them, she paid and left without a word.

Now that she had finally done 100 things for Tyler, it was time to walk away.

When she returned home, her phone buzzed with a message from him. "I'm taking Janice to Solara Bay, and we'll be back in a week. Stay home and think about what you've done. I want to hear you apologize when I get back."

Emma laughed as she read the message. There was nothing for her to reflect on, and she had no reason to apologize.

By the time Tyler returned, he would realize that the obedient "bodyguard" who used to follow his every word had vanished without a trace.

Besides, her identity as an undercover police officer was classified. No matter how influential he was, he wouldn't be able to track her down.

Emma glanced at her phone with a detached look, thinking Tyler wouldn't even care enough to search for her.

Without hesitation, she cut off all contact with him, grabbed her suitcase, and headed out the door.

She didn't leave a note, nor did she spare a final glance at the place she had called home for three years. The soft click of the door felt like the end of everything.

From this moment on, she was just Emma. She was done being a shadow of someone else and playing the role of a bodyguard.

Savannah Cole had proposed to her childhood sweetheart, Camden Brooks, for the 99th time when he finally gave in and agreed to marry her.

Overjoyed, Savannah threw herself into the wedding preparations, believing she was about to achieve her long-awaited happiness.

But what she didn't know was that Camden had plotted revenge.

Out of spite for her relentless marriage proposals, he spiked her drink on their wedding day and watched as others sullied her. He filmed everything and uploaded it on the internet, where it quickly went viral.

As a result of the scandal, Savannah's career in the entertainment industry plummeted, and she was forced to step away from the spotlight.

Meanwhile, Brielle Dawson, who had debuted alongside her, seized the opportunity to dominate the market. In no time, she rose to become a beloved star.

When Savannah was at her lowest, Camden's uncle, Wyatt Greene, stepped forward and claimed that he had loved her for years.

Hurt and betrayed, Savannah found solace in Wyatt's words, and the two eventually got married. Wyatt showered her with love and tenderness, and, over time, she began to fall for him.

She thought that perhaps her misfortune had led her to a good man.

Six years into their marriage, everyone believed Wyatt cherished Savannah deeply. He kept her comfortable at home and cared for her every need. Even their first child had just turned five.

Everything seemed perfect until she became pregnant again.

Five months into her pregnancy, Savannah went to the hospital for a routine checkup. There, she unexpectedly heard Wyatt's voice.

Wyatt had made excuses not to accompany her that day due to work. But there he was, arguing with none other than Camden.

Just as Savannah was about to step in and stop the fight, the usually calm and collected Camden punched Wyatt in the face.

"We had a deal!" roared Camden. "Brielle has a heart condition and can't have children. The baby Savannah is carrying is supposed to be mine. You already got the first one with Brielle. Why did you switch my sperm with yours? You had no right!!"

Wyatt grabbed him by the collar and rebuked, "No right, you say? I married Savannah for you and lived with her for six years. I allowed you to get together with Brielle! I even went so far as to get a vasectomy so that Savannah wouldn't get pregnant with my child!"

Savannah stood frozen in place as a chill swept over her from the tips of her toes, crawling up her spine and consuming her entire body.

She had thought Wyatt was the light in her otherwise dark world, but now she realized he had only used her to fulfill Camden and Brielle's desires.

Not only that, but the child growing inside her was not even hers. It turned out that Wyatt was the one who couldn't have children and not her!