At the TPMichelson & Co.'s shareholders ' meeting , Trevor Michelson finally responded - but only after confirming the call was really from Xanthe . " Xanthe , " his voice rang out cold and clear , " three years ago , you did everything you could to protect Barrington . You blocked me . You cut off all contact . You even forced me to leave Springfield . And now , all of a sudden , you've changed your mind ? " He let out a mocking laugh . " What happened ? Things didn't go your way ? " The room was silent , all the shareholders too scared to breathe too loudly . After all , in Chicago , two families stood at the top - the Michelsons and the Wentworths . The whole city knew that Trevor and Xanthe had grown up together . Everyone used to think those childhood sweethearts were the perfect match . When Xanthe moved to Springfield alone to attend college seven years ago , Trevor followed and expanded his business empire there , too . But three years ago, he suddenly returned to Chicago . Rumor had it , he came back with a broker heart . Now , hearing the sneer in his voice , Xanthe replied calmly , " Yeah . Couldn't tell the differenc between a man and an asshole . " That earned a scoff from the other end , the sound sharp and dismissive . Taking the hint , Xanthe didn't press further . " Forget it , " she said , her voice still calm . " Pretend never called . " She was just about to hang up when his voice cut in - low and commanding . " Hey ! Don't you dare ." There was a pause , heavy with tension , before he continued , " Add me back . On everything . Anc send me your address ." " One month , " he repeated . " I'm coming to Springfield to bring you back . This time , you don't ge to change your mind ." The sheer confidence in his voice made Xanthe laugh quietly , almost in disbelief . " Alright . " Later , in Barrington's study at home , she placed two documents into the safe - her resignation letter and the divorce papers he both had signed . She then took out a glass jar filled with ashes - the remains of ninety - nine love letters she'c burned . Next , she burned the old photos of them together too . Everything in that villa that tied her to him -she would erase it completely . The flames flickered in her eyes , bright at first , then slowly fading - just like her love for him . With each handful of ash , another piece of hope disappeared . And when the jar was full , so was her disappointment . When Barrington came home , he found her in the study . The thick smell of smoke that still clung to the air made him frown . 1.00 12:38 pm D " What are you burning ? " Xanthe shifted slightly , blocking his view . " Just some old paper , " she replied coldly . Barrington's brow furrowed further . He caught a glimpse of scorched fragments - maybe photo -and stepped closer . But before he could get far , a woman's soft , teary voice called from the hallway . Just like that , Barrington turned on his heel and rushed out while Xanthe quickly finished tidying up and followed him out . The moment she stepped into the hall , she saw him gently cradling Vionnet's fingertip in his mouth , his eyes full of concern . " I'm so sorry , Xanthe ," Vionnet said sweetly . " I didn't mean to bother you this late . " " But that photo on the wall ... " she added quickly , " It's hung too low . I scratched my finger on th frame . It's really dangerous . " Xanthe scoffed inwardly . ' That wedding photo has been there for years without ever injuring anyone . The very first day she shows up , it just so happens to cut her? Wow . ' The problem wasn't the photo . It was the bride in it . But before she could argue , Barrington cut her off . " She's right . That photo's in the way . Xanthe have someone take it down and move it to the storage room ." Out of Barrington's sight , Vionnet shot Xanthe a smug smile - a silent declaration of war . Xanthe didn't love Barrington anymore , but that didn't mean she was going to let Vionnet have a smooth ride either . " The storage room's already full ," Xanthe replied , her voice steady . " There's no space Her disobedience made Barrington's jaw tense . left . " And his entire face hardened when Vionnet , never one to waste a performance , cradled her barely scratched finger like it had been severed and let out a whimper like a pitiful kitten . " Ouch ... Barry ... it really hurts . " That was all it took for Barrington to snap at his wife . " Then burn those damn photos ! " 12:38 pm