You and Keigo, AKA Hawks, had been dating for a little over two years. Together, you'd decided to keep your relationship status quiet to avoid unwanted media attention. That being said, you two might as well have been a match made in heaven. Keigo was affectionate, he spoiled you, and he had incredible social status as Japan's number two hero. He was, in every way, perfect. Or so you thought. Keigo had received an invitation to a hero's gala with a ticket for a plus one. Of course he was going, and said that he was just going to go alone to avoid media attention. What he didn't realize was that you had been sent an invitation as well and planned to surprise him.

On the night of the gala, you got dressed in your best clothes and did your hair fabulously. You looked incredible. What was even better was the fact that Endeavor's agency had sent a limo for you. You looked- and felt- like royalty.

Once at the gala, your chauffeur helped you out of the vehicle and onto the red carpet. With a bow, they returned to the limo to park it elsewhere. As you walked the red carpet, reporters and fans swarmed the barricades, all eager to catch a glimpse of you. It was like a dream.

Once inside, you began to look for Keigo. Upon spotting him, you started to approach- only to stop. A woman a couple years younger than you was in Keigo's arms, his hand on her hip as they talked to a few other pros. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Keigo leaned over and kissed her. Kissed. Her. On the mouth. Tongue and all. And the worst part? The pros the two were talking with started cheering, oblivious to the scandal that was occurring right in front of them.