04 He shoved me out of the room , slamming the door in my face . Through the window , I watched him hold Veronica's hand , stroking her hair , whispering comfort . He'd barely glanced at me when I was in the hospital losing our baby . Now he was playing devoted boyfriend to the woman who'd dumped him five years ago . That night , Dash didn't come home . He stayed at the hospital with Veronica . The gala was supposed to be on the rooftop terrace , but the weather forced it inside . I'd just walked in , curious what Veronica was planning , when a waiter approached me . " Mr. Harrington wants you in the green room . " FF F F F F C • The second I opened the door , Dash threw a Hermès box at my head . " Look what you fucking did ! " - The box exploded , and a destroyed dress fell out . Crystals flew everywhere - one sliced my temple open . Blood immediately started running down my face . Dash grabbed my throat , forcing me to look at the shredded gown . " This is Veronica's debut collection . Do you have any idea what tonight means for her career ? " " Wasn't the allergic reaction enough ? You had to destroy her work too ? " Blood was dripping onto my Valentino dress . I opened my mouth to defend myself when I saw Veronica behind him , crying perfectly while holding up her phone . She was smiling through her tears , waving her phone at me . That's when it hit me she'd sent that video . - She'd caused my miscarriage . Before I could speak , Dash's bodyguard grabbed my arms , holding me still . Dash turned away , his voice ice cold : " Veronica , teach her a lesson . She needs to learn her place . " The first slap knocked my head sideways . Then another , and another . Veronica slapped me thirteen times , until my face was swollen and bleeding . She shook out her hand , examining her manicure . " Remember this next time , Sydney . " She raised her hand again , but Dash finally looked at my destroyed face and stopped her . " Enough . Don't hurt your hand on her . " " She needs to cool off . Put her outside . " The bodyguard dragged me onto the balcony . It was pouring rain, freezing cold , no cover anywhere . Blood and rain mixed on my face as I pounded on the glass doors , screaming: " Let me in ! Dash ! I didn't do anything ! What the fuck is wrong with you ? " He didn't even look at me . Just told the bodyguard : " She stays out there until I say otherwise . " The last thing I saw was Dash wiping Veronica's tears , kissing her forehead , leading her back to the party . That was the moment I stopped loving him. The rain got worse . My dress was soaked through , and I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered . The bodyguard wasn't moving . If I stayed out there , I'd get hypothermia . The balcony was only two floors up , with the pool below . I climbed over the railing and jumped . The water was freezing but shallow . I dragged myself out , caught a cab home , and changed into dry clothes . Before I left for good , I placed the divorce papers and miscarriage report on the coffee table . I took off my wedding ring - the one thing from Dash I'd treasured and left it there too . Then I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the prison I'd called home for five years . At , I was at JFK . I threw my phone in the trash and bought a new one . The only 04 number . I saved was Jensen's . At , I cleared security . My phone buzzed : " Sydney - Filing at 9 AM sharp . Safe travels . " - At , the plane took off . The divorce wasn't a waste of five years it was freedom from five years of hell . The world was mine now . Dash Harrington , we're done forever . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!