The only reason Yvaine and Zachary had that explosive breakup was because of the gathering Ryan had organized that day.
Because of that, he had felt incredibly guilty.
He kept thinking that if he hadn't put that party together, Zachary would never have brought Xylia, and the two of them wouldn't have split.
He had been drowning in self-blame, desperate to make amends.
But Zachary... was just an absolute bastard!
He deserved every bit of it!
Still hoping Yvaine would come pick him up?
Hah... in his dreams.
Yvaine was probably sleeping soundly in her husband's arms.
Why the hell would she give him the time of day?
Keep dreaming!
Ryan stormed out.
Zachary gritted his teeth.
He looked around the empty VIP room. Everyone had left, leaving him entirely alone.
They had all just ditched him?
"Fuck!"
Zachary swore, grabbing a liquor bottle and smashing it into the floor.
What a bunch of useless pricks!
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Ultimately, Zachary went home alone.
No one took him back.
And no one came to pick him up.
He caught a cab himself.
The taxi couldn't get past the gates, so it dropped him off at the entrance. He had to walk the rest of the way into the upscale neighborhood.
By the time he endured all that hassle, he had sobered up quite a bit. To walk to his house, he had to pass the Sterling family residence.
He stared up at Yvaine's room.
It was pitch black.
No lights were on. She was definitely asleep.
Was sleeping really that important?
Ryan had asked her to pick him up, so why hadn't she come?
He had basically given her a way out.
The more Zachary thought about it, the angrier he got. He bent down, picked up a small pebble, and hurled it at her window.
But it was too far; it didn't even come close to hitting the glass.
Even a stupid rock was against him!

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