Sienna went to the visa application center alone and took care of everything.
Afterward, she didn't return to the hospital. Instead, she focused on tying up the last few loose ends before her departure.
Meanwhile, the calls from Tristan's staff kept coming.
First, the housekeeper called, carefully hinting that Tristan wasn't used to hospital food. She asked if Sienna could prepare something and bring it over.
Sienna politely declined, saying she was busy.
Then one of his bodyguards called.
He awkwardly explained that Tristan had been in a terrible mood, refusing to cooperate with his treatment and throwing things around. Could Sienna perhaps come and talk some sense into him?
Sienna replied that she wouldn't be able to convince him and asked the staff to bear with his temper.
Next came a call from the butler.
He hesitantly mentioned that Tristan was unhappy and kept saying he wanted to see her.
Sienna simply said, "Got it," and hung up.
She didn't visit him even once.
Finally, the day of her departure arrived.
Sienna checked her documents and the single suitcase standing by the door one last time.
Everything was ready.
She had just reached for the doorknob when her phone rang.
Tristan's name appeared on the screen.
Sienna stared at it, her finger hovering for a moment before she finally answered.
"Hello?"
Tristan's voice came through, still hoarse from his recent ordeal.
"Sienna."
He paused, seemingly choosing his words.
"I know why you haven't come to see me lately. You're still upset about what happened at the ski resort and the fact that I ran into that burning building, aren't you?"
He sighed as though he'd figured everything out. His tone carried the indulgence of someone who believed he was making a generous concession.
"Come on, don't be mad anymore. I'm getting discharged today, and I've booked a table at that French restaurant you've always wanted to try. The one that opened four years ago. You used to talk about it all the time.
"I'm coming to pick you up now. We'll have dinner together."
His voice softened, as though he were making an awkward attempt to win her over.
"Sienna, you know I'm not good at making up with people. Can we stop fighting now?"
Sienna stood in the nearly empty living room, holding her phone.
For a moment, she felt strangely dazed.
That restaurant.
She remembered it well.
When it first opened four years ago, the reviews had been incredible, and reservations were almost impossible to get.
She'd excitedly mentioned it to Tristan several times, telling him how much she wanted to go.
Each time, he'd brushed her off.
"Sure, when I have time."
"I'm busy lately. Maybe next time."
Next time.
And then another next time.
She'd waited until she stopped mentioning it altogether.
Until the restaurant went from a trendy new hotspot to a well-established fine dining destination.
Until she finally understood.
It wasn't that Tristan didn't have time.
He simply didn't think taking her out to dinner was important enough.
And now, at long last, he'd found the time.
On the very day she was leaving him.
Sienna found it almost funny.
And a little sad.
She remained silent for so long that Tristan spoke again.
"Sienna? Are you listening?"
"Yes, I'm here."
Her voice was perfectly calm.
"There's no need. Today, I..."
"Then it's settled. I'm coming to get you now. Wait for me!"
The call ended abruptly.
He'd hung up before she could finish.
Sienna lowered her phone.
As the screen went dark, it reflected her expressionless face.
She walked over to the refrigerator.
A few old sticky notes were still attached to the door, most of them little reminders she'd written for Tristan.
‘Don't forget to eat on time.’
‘Remember your keys.’
Small, ordinary things she'd once done because she cared.
She took out a fresh pale-yellow sticky note and picked up a pen.
Then she wrote:
‘Tristan,
We're breaking up.
I hope you and Willa get everything you've wished for.
Sienna’
At the airport's international departure terminal, Sienna wheeled her only suitcase through check-in and security.
She found a seat by the window in the departure lounge.
Just as she sat down, her phone vibrated.
A text from Tristan.
‘Sienna, sorry. Something's come up with Willa again. I have to go see her first. I'll make it up to you with dinner another day. Don't be mad. I'll call you later.’
Of course.
Sienna read the message without the slightest change in her expression.
She could practically picture Tristan as he typed it.
Perhaps he felt a little guilty.
But more than anything, he was probably desperate to get to Willa.
Sienna moved her fingers across the screen and calmly typed a short reply.
‘I’m not mad.’
After all, they weren't even together anymore.
What was there to be angry about?
With a few quick taps, she blocked his phone number, his messaging account, and every other social media account he had.
Her movements were swift and decisive, without a moment's hesitation.
Once she'd finished, she switched her phone to airplane mode and slipped it into her bag.
The boarding announcement sounded.
Sienna rose from her seat and joined the other passengers heading toward the gate.
Outside the airplane window, the city gradually shrank beneath her until it disappeared behind the clouds.
The plane climbed higher, soaring into the endless blue sky.
A wonderful life awaited Sienna, a life in which she no longer loved Tristan.
And she knew it.
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