It was about Kate and Vincent's ten-year promise.
The post claimed that Vincent and Kate were childhood sweethearts who had been forced apart—one going abroad, the other pursuing a career in entertainment. They had set a ten-year deadline to meet again at the top of their respective fields.
I felt a knot in my chest.
I thought, "If that's the case, where do I fit into this? Have all my efforts over the past decade been just to set her up with Vincent?"
I recalled the early days—when Kate, struggling, danced in a sweltering studio while I sat on the floor, making calls to find her work.
We had shared a bottle of water and an ice cream.
At the end, she had shyly said, "Clark, you're so great. Let's be together. I'll make sure to win all the awards for you and prove you're the best manager. We'll announce it then."
But as her career soared, she became increasingly entangled in complexities, and the rifts between us grew wider.
I finally realized that I could no longer keep up with her.
The buzz from the trending topic only grew louder, with more and more rumors spreading.
Logan was running around like a headless chicken, missing Clark's steady presence by his side.
Back then, with Clark around, they could weather any storm or online backlash together.
Several businesses had already issued their final ultimatums—either she cleared things up immediately or faced a breach of contract lawsuit.
Kate, with her makeup stripped away and her hair tied back into a simple ponytail, looked exhausted.
The stress was clearly taking a toll on her.
When the phone rang, she answered swiftly.
"Director Dent, it's a misunderstanding. Please, give me another chance. I'm begging you... Alright, thank you."
With a heavy heart, Kate hung up. Leo Dent had turned her down for the film.
She was so close—just one step away from a grand slam—and she couldn't accept the setback.
Kate glanced back at the photo, where the man's face was too blurred to identify, but oddly enough, it resembled Clark a little.
A bizarre thought suddenly took shape in her mind.
Kate hadn't invited me out for ages.
So when I received her invitation, I was genuinely pleased.
The restaurant was a members-only establishment. I brought the bottle of wine she loved, the one we had stored together long ago.