She had to share this with Tilda—immediately.

Right then, the cab she'd summoned arrived.

With a graceful motion, Myra swept her hair back and stepped into the car.

She left Rita standing there, utterly alone, looking foolish.

Rita's mind raced as she stared into the distance, her fists clenching tightly at her sides.

Scarlet claimed that her resemblance to Lyndon's deceased ex-girlfriend was a factor she could use.

Yet Lyndon had shown no leniency, no trace of admiration for her appearance.

In fact, he had been curt, even cold, warning her never to seek him out again.

Was it because his employee had been present? Or had he truly meant to cut all ties with her?

The thought unsettled Rita, a wave of inexplicable anxiety gripping her heart.

If Lyndon truly wanted nothing more to do with her, wouldn't her dream of marrying him crumble?

No, it had to be because of his employee's presence. That must have been the reason Lyndon had acted that way.

After all, he was the CEO. He wouldn't want to embarrass himself in front of his staff.

It must be that!

Rita's resolve stiffened. She wasn't ready to give up-not yet. There was still a chance!

Meanwhile, on the film set, Tilda was wrapping up for the day and preparing to head home when her phone buzzed with a call from Myra.

"Tilda, you won't believe what just happened outside the company!"

Myra exclaimed.

“What happened?" Tilda asked, her curiosity instantly piqued.

“I saw Rita," Myra began. "For some reason, she showed up outside the company, stopped your husband's car, and started crying in front of him."

Tilda's smile faltered at Myra's words, her expression stiffening slightly.

She prompted, “And then?"

“And then, your husband... Well..." Myra sighed, dragging out the moment with an air of theatrical exasperation. She leaned back in her car seat, pausing as if weighing her words.

Tilda's heart clenched, a sinking feeling creeping in. "What did he do?"