So imagine my surprise when Elena herself asked to meet me-at a café near Central Park, no less. "Victoria, can we talk?" Her tone was gentle, but I could hear she was testing the waters. ---- We sat across from each other, and Elena got straight to the point. "Are things okay between you and Finn?" I tooka sip of my latte and smiled faintly. "I'm moving out of New York tomorrow." Hearing that, a flicker of poorly hidden joy crossed Elena's face. "You're leaving? Is it because of me? Actually, Finn and I are ancient history-" "Elena," I cut her off, looking her straight in the eye. Even if you've moved on, he hasn't. He has all your performance videos on his phone. When he's drunk, your name is the only one he calls out. Every year on your birthday, he drinks himself into a stupor alone, until morning." I put down my coffee cup, my voice frighteningly calm. "No matter how hard I try, I can't get into his heart. So, why keep up this ridiculous act?" Elena was stunned. It took her a moment to process. " You... you're really getting a divorce?" ---- "It's all finalized. The cooling-off period ends tomorrow. From then on, Finn's life has nothing to do with me." I stood up to leave. That should've been the end. But fate had one more humiliation for me. Just as I pushed the door open, a group of aggressive animal rights activists rushed towards us-they were holding signs saying "Elena Kills Innocent Animals," and they were extremely agitated. My face changed. I quickly locked the door again. We were trapped in the café. Elena frantically called Finn. Ten minutes later, he rushed in, his suit all rumpled, looking like he'd run all the way. Seeing Elena, he immediately said, "The only way is