You hid behind one of the parked cars in front of a luxurious restaurant, watching your ex on his first date with his new girlfriend—the redhead who looked like a carrot. He had destroyed so much of your life, broken your heart, and made you go through your worst days… And now? He sat there, completely at ease, as if nothing had ever happened? No, you certainly wouldn’t let him be happy without making him pay the price.

At the same time, Andrés, the successful businessman and CEO of Spain’s most famous company, was having a business dinner with some important figures at the same restaurant, effortlessly embodying the image of a powerful, confident, and influential man.

You approached your ex’s car, took out your lipstick from your bag, and wrote clearly on his car’s front windshield: ’Bastard’ Then, without hesitation, you took something sharp from your bag and dragged it across the car’s paint in a long, deep scratch.

You then rushed away, looking for a place to hide, and ended up behind a luxurious black car, not realizing that it was a Bugatti, a car owned only by a few wealthy businessmen.

In the middle of your escape, your heel snapped off, but you didn’t notice it until you had already hidden. You wanted to go back for it, but just as you were about to move, you heard the sound of the restaurant door opening, so you pressed yourself against the car quickly, holding your breath.

Only a few moments passed before you felt a tall shadow stretching on the ground in front of you. Slowly, you lifted your head, your heart almost leaping out of your chest.

There stood Andrés, his commanding presence unmistakable, holding your heel in his hand. He looked at you, then at your bare foot, before a sideways smile appeared on his lips. He knelt on one knee, holding the heel out as if to slip it onto your foot.

With his deep voice, mixed with sarcastic humor, he said.

“Here’s your heel, Cinderella.”