Why was he here? And with a super–famous celebrity on top of that! Nathan really did know everyone—even the most popular stars.
While I was busy wondering what was going on between them, Nathan suddenly glanced in my direction. Panic shot through me, and I quickly turned away so he wouldn't see my face. But of course, I kept listening. Who doesn't love a little gossip?
Alana: "Nathan, I know I messed up. Can't you just forgive me?"
Nathan: "I've already made myself clear. We're done. Stop bothering me."
I heard Nathan's voice—he sounded impatient, almost annoyed.
Alana: "Nathan, don't talk to me like that! If there's anything I can change, I will. I'll change for you, okay? As long as you don't leave me."
From the corner of my eye, I stole a peek at them. Since his back was turned, I grew bolder.
Honestly, I didn't think any man could turn her down. A woman like her lowering herself like that? And Alana wasn't just anyone—she was gorgeous, famous, adored by the public. Men would literally line up for someone like her, so I was sure Nathan would give in to her charm.
But to my surprise, Nathan shoved her away coldly, without mercy.
Nathan: "I told you already—we're done. Don't make me repeat it a third time."
He looked at her with icy indifference, not a hint of softness in his eyes.
Wow… this man was really heartless. He rejected women without blinking. He even had the nerve to be arrogant about it… what a brute. I muttered the insult silently to myself.
Alana: "Nathan Spence, how can you be so cruel?! I've been with you for so long… You can't just dump me like this! At least give me a reason!"
She burst into tears. And as a woman, seeing her cry actually made my heart ache a little.
Nathan: "Do you really want to know why? Alana, I'm only trying to save your reputation."
His cold gaze swept over her.
Alana: "What are you trying to say? I don't understand."
She frowned, confused.
Nathan didn't answer. Instead, he pulled some photos from his pocket and threw them at her. I couldn't see what was on them from where I stood, but his next words made it obvious.
Nathan: "I have proof. These pictures—YOU and another man at a hotel. What did you think would happen? Alana Gills, I told you from the start: if you're my girlfriend, you belong to me alone. I don't tolerate cheating."
Only then did I understand the whole story. Alana was the one who cheated. So the innocent public sweetheart had a scandalous private life. I guess the entertainment industry was even worse than I imagined.
I could see panic spreading across Alana's face as she grabbed Nathan's hand, desperate.
Alana: "Nathan, I admit it—I was wrong. I must've lost my mind. Please forgive me. I swear it'll never happen again."
Nathan shook her off again, merciless as ever.
Nathan: "Stop. It's over. You're not my girlfriend anymore. If you don't leave me alone, I won't hesitate to send these photos to the press."
He was determined to end things. Clearly, a wealthy, powerful man like him would never tolerate betrayal.
And honestly, I understood him. Just like me—I dumped Perry the moment he cheated on me.
Alana: "Nathan… you really won't forgive me?"
She kept crying, looking pitiful enough to move anyone. But after hearing everything, I had zero sympathy left. This was her fault.
Nathan: "Get lost. Before I change my mind, b*tch."
He was furious—his voice boomed so loudly that Alana flinched.
Her face twisted with frustration. She wanted to argue but didn't dare. After a long silence, she finally turned around and left, sobbing. Their conversation ended the moment she walked away.
I turned back to my drink, pretending I hadn't seen anything. I thought Nathan would leave too, but clearly, I had overestimated my hiding skills.
Nathan: "You know it's rude to spy on people and listen to things that aren't your business, right?"
The deep, velvety tone of his voice sent a shiver through me. I quickly looked around. And when I realized we were completely alone, it hit me—he was talking to me.
I thought I was pretty good at blending into the background. I didn't expect him to notice me so soon. I had definitely underestimated him. When our eyes met, his gaze pinned me in place—intense and unreadable.
Me: "Are you… talking to me?"