Chapter 3

Sienna‘s pov

In that instant, I went blank.

Harrison Blackwood had me pinned, his narrow eyes hot with hunger, and his hands—hard and sure—moved over me like he was claiming what he’d already decided was his. Each touch jolted a gasp out of me, my skin reacting even as my mind fought to catch up.

When I finally came back to myself, my clothes were already ripped to tatters, leaving me almost naked, while he’d only shrugged off his jacket.

We were at the bar entrance. Had he lost his mind?

Anger surged up fast, sharp enough to cut through the haze, and I bit down hard on his lip.

He hissed and loosened his hold.

I stared at him, chest heaving, heat turning to ice.

"In such a hurry, Harrison?" I spat. "You and Elena are always together. She can’t satisfy you?"

"She’s not like you."

He saw it—the focus in my eyes, the mockery—and his face went cold.

He didn’t argue. He just took me.

I didn’t have time to react. One second I was trying to push him away, the next pain ripped through me so hard my vision dimmed.

Elena was different from me.

That one sentence hit worse than anything he was doing with his body. I clung to his back, nails digging in, wanting to hurt him back, wanting to rip him open and crawl inside just to see what was so special about her that I would never be.

How could he say that like it was nothing?

Elena was a goddess, and I was just the wife on paper.

"Let go of me... ugh!"

Harrison was always like this—forceful, impatient, dominant. He flipped me over like I weighed nothing and covered my mouth, like my struggle was noise he could simply shut down.

When two people wanted each other, sex was pleasure. When they didn’t, it was punishment.

I don’t know how long it went on before he finally stopped. He buckled his belt and put himself back together, calm and clean, while I lay there shaking and barely covered.

"Get yourself some morning-after pills."

He lit a cigarette and glanced down at me.

"Sienna, don’t try to trap me with a baby. You know what I’ll do."

I hurt too much to move. My face burned. My eyes stung.

In this world, only Elena was allowed to carry his child.

But then why did he marry me?

Why did he ever act like he wanted me to have one?

He finished his cigarette. When he saw I still hadn’t moved, he tossed his jacket at me like he was doing me a favor.

"Clean yourself up and go back. Don’t let Adrian see you like this."

Go back?

The word landed like a blade. I forced myself upright, shaking, wrapping what was left of my dress and his jacket around me.

"I’m not going back," I said, voice hoarse. "Harrison, that’s your home with Elena. If you don’t agree to a divorce, I’ll kill that illegitimate child."

My own voice sounded ugly, unhinged, but I couldn’t stop.

"Anyway, my life’s already ruined. We can suffer together."

"You wouldn’t dare." His voice stayed low and steady, like he was stating a fact. "Nora Everly is still in the hospital."

I stared at him—sitting there like he controlled everything—and my hatred peaked.

He was ice. Always had been. And I’d never been the person who could make him soften.

His calm made me look insane.

I slammed my fists against his shoulder.

"You think you know me?" I choked out. "Yesterday, I wanted to kill Adrian. That bastard child."

Then everything poured out, fast and raw.

"Harrison, I hate you. Yes, I’m shameless. I’m delusional. But if you hate me so much, why did you marry me? If you love Elena so much, why didn’t you marry her? Do you think I wanted to fake a pregnancy? The doctor made a mistake. Was that my fault? I explained it to you. Why didn’t you believe me?"

His jaw tightened.

"I didn’t have to marry you," he said. "You asked me to."

I felt like I was one step from the edge.

"I tried to be a good Mrs. Blackwood," I said, voice cracking. "I tried to please your family. What am I to you—your legal prostitute? You sleep with me when you want and ignore me when you don’t. Why are you so cruel to me? I just liked you. Now I just want a divorce."

I wiped my tears, sitting in the dark while he watched me like he was bored.

"Are you finished?"

He got out of the back and moved to the driver’s seat without looking at me.

"If you’re not done, get out. If you are, we’re going back."

That sobered me immediately.

So in his eyes, I was just being dramatic.

I laughed, tears still coming.

"Harrison," I said, voice shaking, "you’re truly cruel."

For a second, I thought his back stiffened.

I didn’t chase it. I forced my body to move through the pain, got out, and slammed the door.

Luna Reed came out of the bar and found me sitting by the roadside, wrecked.

"Sienna, what happened to you?"

"Nothing," I said, bitter. "Just a lonely, divorced woman looking for some fun."

Then I lowered my voice.

"Luna, can I stay at your place for a while?"

She nodded and helped me into the car.

Exhaustion hit hard. The moment I had warmth and a seat, my eyes slid shut.

Through the fog, I heard her voice.

"Sienna... is that Harrison’s car following us?"

When I woke up, it was already the next afternoon.

The sticky discomfort on my skin snapped everything back, and I froze.

Damn it.

I forgot the morning-after pill.

My face went pale as I ordered it on my phone, praying I wouldn’t be unlucky enough to get pregnant.

After I took it, my breathing finally steadied.

Luna was already out—travel blogger, born privileged, always on the move.

I stared at the divorce papers on the table. After a long time, I messaged Harrison’s assistant, Marcus Barnes.

[Marcus, is Mr. Blackwood at the office?]

He replied quickly.

[Mr. Blackwood is at the office.]

[Got it.]

Half an hour later, I was downstairs at Harrison’s office building. The receptionist barely blinked.

But today, she stopped me.

"Mrs. Blackwood, our CEO has a guest."

"I’m just dropping off documents. It won’t take long."

I thanked her anyway and took the elevator up.

When I reached the executive floor, I understood.

Elena Whitmore was there, with Adrian. They were having lunch. Harrison wasn’t eating, but the softness in his eyes when he looked at Elena was something I’d never seen.

It hit so hard my throat tightened.

Elena spotted me first and stood up, careful and awkward.

"Sienna, don’t misunderstand. Adrian just wanted to see his dad, so I—"

"Is it Adrian who wanted to see Harrison," I cut in, "or you who wanted to be Mrs. Blackwood?"

The sarcasm came easy. I was done playing nice.

"Elena, did you learn nothing in the five years you were abroad? Your tactics are still this low."

Her face fell. "Harrison, I—"

Harrison lifted Adrian into his arms and looked at me.

"Sienna, apologize to Elena."

"Why should I?" My voice shook, but I didn’t look away. "Did they apologize to my mom when they destroyed my family? Harrison, you don’t get to control me anymore." I pulled the papers out of my bag. "This is for you."

Harrison frowned and didn’t take them.

"What is it?"

"Divorce papers." I met his eyes. "Sign them, and from now on, you can have as many women and illegitimate children as you want."