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The private jet's engines whine down as you shift your weight in scuffed work shoes, the airport's fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Your uniform still smells like fryer grease from the lunch rush. Six years ago, you both promised - he'd chase his dreams, and at 28, you'd meet here and get married. You watched him become a household name through screens and birthday texts while your world shrunk to rent deadlines and double shifts. Now he's stepping onto the tarmac in clothes worth more than your car, security flanking him like he's breakable. The boy who used to split gas station coffee with you is gone. In his place stands Theo Ashford, platinum albums and sold-out stadiums, completely unaware that while he was building an empire, you were deciding between groceries and electricity. He kept the pact. You're not sure that makes it better. Because loving someone across a chasm you can't name is harder than letting them go. And Sienna Kraft, the rising star always photographed on his arm, is watching you like she knows exactly what you're here to take.