Kick Out of the Last Dinner With My Ex-to-Be.

Two long days passed before Scovia finally opened her eyes again. Her body still felt heavy, but the long sleep had given her enough strength to move. She dragged herself out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. The hot water from the shower washed over her, as though trying to rinse away her exhaustion and sorrow.

Afterward, she forced herself to eat something simple, just to calm the hunger gnawing at her stomach. When she finally picked up her phone and turned it on, it lit up instantly.

Almost immediately, it rang.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the caller ID—Reynolds.

For a brief moment, she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the answer button. A storm of emotions swirled in her chest—anger, disgust, sorrow, betrayal. But she steadied herself, took a long breath, and answered.

“Hello?”

“Scovia! What in the world happened to you?” Reynolds’ voice was filled with fake panic. “I couldn’t reach you for three days. Do you know how worried I’ve been? I thought something terrible had happened. Where are you? I even went to your family’s house, but the steward said you weren’t home. Tell me, what’s going on?”

Scovia’s lips curled in a bitter smile. What an actor you are, Reynolds. Do you think I don’t see through you now?

She had, after all, warned her attendants not to disturb her while she rested. She hadn’t expected Reynolds to barge into her family’s matters so quickly, but she should have known better. To him, she wasn’t a woman—she was a tool.

On the other side of the call, Reynolds grinned to himself. In just a moment, she’ll burst into tears and beg me for forgiveness. Poor little Scovia. Don’t worry, I won’t let you go yet. You’re still useful to me. Of course, I’ll play the part of a caring boyfriend. Once guilt eats her alive, she’ll be wrapped around my finger again.

He softened his tone deliberately. “Yes, Scovia… tell me if something is bothering you. I’ll do everything I can to help you. No matter what it is, I’m here for you.”

Scovia almost laughed at his shameless performance, but she bit it back. Instead, she spoke in a calm, almost tender voice. “Reynolds, I have something to tell you. Let’s meet at seven in the evening. The same place we always meet.”

Reynolds’ eyes lit up with triumph. It worked. She’s going to confess, I knew it. “Of course! I’ll be there at seven sharp. Don’t worry, Scovia. Whatever it is, I’ll support you.”

Scovia didn’t waste another second on his nonsense. She hung up.

Her hand trembled slightly as she lowered the phone. Then, her lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. How blind I was… not to see your filth. Reynolds, tonight, I’ll end this charade once and for all.

“Claire!” Scovia called.

Her maid appeared quickly. “Yes, Miss?”

“Pack everything. I mean everything that belongs to Mr. Cormen. I want it all sent back to him. I don’t want to owe him anything. It’s not appropriate to keep an ex’s gifts.”

Claire blinked in surprise. “All right, Miss. There isn’t much. Ten minutes should be enough.”

“Good. Also, tell Zed to prepare the car. I’m going to enjoy my last dinner with my ex-to-be.”

“Yes, Miss.” Claire bowed lightly before leaving to carry out the instructions.

When the door closed, Scovia whispered to herself, “Reynolds… let’s end this once and for all.”

By the time Reynolds arrived at the restaurant, he was brimming with confidence. He sat at the table with his phone in his hand, his imagination running wild. He pictured Scovia crying, begging, apologizing, and him smiling gently, pretending to forgive her. She’ll fall right into my trap, he thought, his grin stretching wider.

The soft sound of heels clicked against the marble floor. His head shot up.

There she was.

Scovia walked in, tall and graceful, her long dress hugging her slender figure. Her hair fell around her shoulders like silk, her expression calm yet untouchable. At that moment, she seemed almost regal.

Reynolds’ breath caught in his throat. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly before his lips curved into a smile. “Scovia, you’re finally here. I was afraid you’d stand me up again, like three days ago. By the way, what happened that night? I’m sure I saw you, but when I got to where you were sitting, you were already gone. I even asked the bartenders—they said you left with four men.”

He chuckled as if the thought was ridiculous. “Of course, they must have been mistaken. That’s not something you would ever do. Still, I worried so much.”

How cunning… Scovia thought as she slid into her seat. You deliberately brought up that night to make me feel guilty. You think you’ll push me into confessing. Do you really take me for such a fool?

Her lips twitched into a smirk, but Reynolds didn’t notice.

His eyes fell on the small boxes stacked neatly beside her. “By the way, what’s this? It’s not a special day, is it? If it is, I’m sorry—I didn’t bring you anything. And why do you look so cold tonight, Scovia? This isn’t like you.”

Scovia met his eyes without flinching. Her voice was calm, steady, and sharp. “Reynolds, let’s break up.”

The words hit him like a thunderclap. “What—wha… what did you say?” he stammered.

“I said, let’s end this relationship. To be honest, I don’t love you now, and I never did in the past. I only kept you because I didn’t want to feel lonely. But dragging this on is pointless. Lying to you has become sickening. So we should stop and go our separate ways.

“These boxes? They’re all the gifts you’ve given me over the years. I don’t want them. You can keep them, throw them away, whatever you want. I don’t care. The only exception is the house—it’s mine. Other than that, everything is yours.”

Reynolds slammed his hand on the table, his face twisting. “Scovia, you’re joking, right? You’re not serious?”

She tilted her head slightly, her calm smile like a dagger. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Don’t test my patience, Scovia. Take it back. Say you don’t mean it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you think I know what you did that night? Do you think I’m a fool? I know everything.” Then he forced a laugh. “You’re just scared to tell me the truth. Don’t worry, I’ll never leave you. I’ll forgive you. You’re just acting out, right? You’re mine, Scovia. Don’t push me.”

Scovia leaned back in her chair, a sneer playing on her lips.“Reynolds, call me whatever you want. But remember—I’m your girlfriend, not your wife. Second, do you have any evidence of that night? If not, then stop your nonsense before I sue you for slander. I’m done here.”

She stood up, her every movement graceful and deliberate, and turned to leave.

Reynolds’ face turned red with rage. He shot to his feet, his voice thundering across the restaurant. “Scovia! We’re not done! Get back here right now while I’m still being nice. Otherwise, you’ll regret it!”

Has he gone mad? Scovia thought bitterly. Does he think he’s my father? I must have been truly blind to ever love this man.

Without sparing him a single glance, she walked away, her head held high. Her back straight, her steps elegant. To everyone watching, she looked untouchable.

Reynolds’ fists clenched. His chest heaved with fury. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number. His voice was cold, sharp. “Our plan failed. Move to Plan B.”

He hung up, his jaw tight, his expression dark. “Scovia… don’t think you can get away from me so easily. I’ll make you suffer. And I’ll get what that old man left you. Just wait.”

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