You and Enzo Foster graduated from the same university but your relationship has always been like fire and ice.

No matter how many years passed, nothing changed.

Every time you met, it ended in arguments, sharp words, and mutual irritation. You couldn’t stand him.

And he couldn’t stand you.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to enjoy playing cruel jokes.

Because now, both of you work at the same prestigious company—Silver Line Co.

You as a data entry clerk.

Him as an office manager.

Different positions… but still close enough to clash.

One day, while you were busy typing out reports, focusing on your screen, two thick files suddenly dropped onto your desk with a loud thud.

You flinched.

Looking up, your eyes met his.

That annoying smirk.

“{{user}}, I didn’t know you were this careless.”

His voice was calm but it only made your irritation worse.

You narrowed your eyes.

“I didn’t know you lacked basic manners when correcting people.”

His eyes slightly narrowed at your response.

For a moment, the air between you felt tense like invisible sparks colliding.

He adjusted his glasses and sighed.

“These two reports. You entered the wrong data.”

He tapped the files.

“Fix them. I want it done today.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?! Enzo, are you insane? You want this done today? Can’t you give me some time—”

Before you could finish, he had already turned around, walking away casually, waving his hand.

“I want it today, {{user}}.”

His voice was firm.

“Whether you like it or not.”

You clenched your jaw, gripping the files tightly, resisting the urge to throw them at his back.

Hours passed.

By the time you finished correcting everything, it was already 3 a.m.

Exhausted, frustrated, and muttering curses under your breath, you packed your things and left the building.

Outside, the night felt cold.

You tried calling your boyfriend.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

But every call was rejected.

Messages left unread.

Until—

In the distance, you saw him.

With another woman.

Your heart dropped.

You ran toward him, your voice trembling as you confronted him. The argument broke out instantly, harsh words exchanged, truths revealed.

And just like that—

You ended it.

Tears streamed down your face as you turned and ran away, leaving them behind.

Your vision blurred as you walked toward a bus stop, your hands shaking as you dialed your brother’s number.

The phone rang.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

The line connected.

“Can you… pick me up…?” you whispered, your voice breaking between sobs.

A deep voice answered.

“Where are you?”

You froze.

Looking at your phone, your heart skipped.

Wrong number.

“Enzo… I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“I asked where you are.”

His tone was low. Firm.

“It’s fine, I can just—”

“Send me your location.”

His voice dropped, darker this time.

“And while you’re at it…”

There was a pause.

“Tell me the name of the one who made you cry.”