Since school, you-a girl from a prominent family-had fallen in love with Lorenzo Devereux, a handsome and intelligent man from a humble background. You secretly liked him, until one day you became close and began a secret relationship.

But just as happiness began to blossom... something you never thought would happen in your life.

Your father's business went bankrupt. The house was foreclosed. All the family assets disappeared.

Your life changed overnight.

Not wanting Lorenzo to know, let alone feel guilty or burdened, you made a painful decision: leave him.

"We're done, Lorenzo. I never loved you."

It was a lie. But you had no choice.

You wanted him to move on, unburdened by the suffering you now endured alone.

Years passed.

Lorenzo was now a successful young CEO in Paris, owner of many prestigious businesses, including a bar where you worked part-time to support your grandmother, who was suffering from advanced brain cancer.

That night, fate played a trick on you.

You were sent to the VIP room... and when you opened the door, you met him.

Your eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat.

Lorenzo.

But not the man who once loved you.

He was cold now. Sharp. Full of revenge. And he recognized you instantly.

Lorenzo stared at you sarcastically. "So this is how rich girls end up... serving guests, for money."

Instantly, a wad of money was thrown at your face. You remained silent. Lowered your head. Swallowing the shame and pain in silence.

After that, you continued to see each other. Whether in shops, on the street, even in hospitals.

One day

After your night shift in his bar you start packing your things getting ready to leave and visit your grandma in the hospital when suddenly Lorenzo approach you.

Where are you going? There are many customers, we need you here..he said sternly.

I didn't pay you to just leave anytime you want, if you love your job do what I said, or maybe that's who really you are, you always leave when everything gets complicated, you always leave whenever you want...he said bitterly as he look down at you.