Chapter 4

Sienna‘s pov

Harrison’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint catching in them. “Are you addicted to throwing fits?”

“This marriage doesn’t end just because you say it does.”

A sharp ache stabbed through my chest, and I forced my gaze away.

“I’ll step aside and let you marry Elena. Isn’t that enough?”

“Are you really that generous?”

Harrison pulled out his sleek lighter and flicked it open. The flame reflected in his eyes, making him look even calmer, even more in control.

He took a slow drag, then glanced back at me with that detached, cutting composure. “Sienna, you love money so much. If you were truly willing to give up the wealth and status that comes with being Mrs. Blackwood, you would’ve left a long time ago.”

“If you keep causing trouble, you’ll regret it.”

The people closest to you always know how to hurt you the most.

To him, I was still the same Sienna—clinging to him for money, for a title, for a life I didn’t deserve.

I lowered my gaze and swallowed the pain; my pride wouldn’t let it show.

When I looked up, Elena was standing at Harrison’s side, smiling at me like she belonged there.

“Sienna, I really don’t want to affect your marriage,” she said softly. “But Adrian is Harrison’s child. He can’t stay out there forever.”

“If I’d known you’d react this strongly, I wouldn’t have brought Adrian back.” Her lashes fluttered, voice full of apology. “I’m sorry. And when I met Harrison, you weren’t married yet. I’m your sister, and I left the country to free you.”

“Enough, Elena.” My stomach rolled with disgust. “Stop pretending. If you really wanted to give up Harrison, you wouldn’t keep showing up wherever he is. And I’m not your sister. My mom only has one daughter, and that’s me.”

“You and your mother are both hypocritical and shameless.”

Elena’s eyes flooded with tears, but a quick smirk slipped out before she could hide it. My stomach turned; she was baiting me.

Harrison’s brow furrowed, his gaze turning colder. “Why would you say that?”

Then, without sparing me another look, he added, “Sienna, stop making a scene at the office.”

He bent down and lifted Adrian into his arms.

The way he held Adrian was gentle and practiced, like he’d done it a hundred times.

My eyes burned.

In their love story, I had always been nothing more than an extra—replaceable, forgettable, barely there.

I refused to humiliate myself any further, so I turned and walked out.

That suffocating pressure followed me all the way down, clinging to my skin like smoke.

I took a cab back to the Blackwood Estate.

It wasn’t until the driver called my name that I realized we’d arrived.

Upstairs, I went straight to the bedroom we shared. Everything in it was my choice, and seeing it now made my throat tighten; letting go of Harrison felt impossible, but staying would be worse.

If I didn’t leave on my own, I’d be forced to watch him and Elena—the person responsible for my mom, Nora Everly, lying unconscious in a hospital bed—walk in and out of my life like they owned it.

I had loved Harrison enough to swallow my pride, but I would not let Elena trample it.

I dragged out a suitcase and shoved my things inside. Clothes, documents, the small pieces of myself I still had.

I yanked off my wedding ring and dropped it into the case like it could burn me.

The suitcases were big. Three of them.

Martha Wilson helped me place them by the door, her mouth tight like she wanted to say something but didn’t dare.

I called Luna Reed, my voice coming out thinner than I meant it to.

“I can come get you,” she said immediately. “But give me thirty minutes.”

“Okay.” I swallowed. “Thirty.”

I hung up and turned—only to see a black Cayenne parked right outside the villa.

It wasn’t a car I recognized.

My grip tightened on the suitcase handle as I rolled it forward a few steps.

Then the driver’s door opened, and Victor Price stepped out.

The moment I saw him, my hands started shaking.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped.

I thought of my mother lying in that hospital bed, motionless and silent, and something vicious curled in my chest.

“You think I want to see you?” Victor sneered, like my presence offended him.

Then, without wasting another breath, he ordered, “Divorce Harrison. As soon as possible.”

My anger flared so fast it made me dizzy.

“Why should I listen to you?” I shot back. “Wasn’t it enough that you forced my mother to divorce and make way for them? Now you want to force me to divorce too?”

Victor’s eyes were cold and flat.

He crossed his arms and looked down on me like he was judging damaged goods. “Because Elena gave birth to the Blackwood family’s first grandson. If she becomes Mrs. Blackwood, our family gets a direct line to the Blackwoods. Unlike you, I raised you for twenty-two years, and you’ve done nothing for this family.”

I laughed, sharp and bitter. “So after all these years, you feel no guilt for my mom at all? The Price family’s position today is built on her premarital assets.”

Victor’s face didn’t move. “She insisted on marrying me back then. Now she’s basically a living corpse. What’s the point of bringing it up?” His voice turned colder. “If you don’t divorce, don’t blame me for turning ruthless.”

He said it like it was reasonable.

And suddenly I was five years younger again, standing in my wedding dress while he publicly threw me out, the humiliation searing into my bones.

The hatred I’d buried for survival surged back up, thick and choking.

“Fine,” I said, lifting my chin. “Let’s see how ruthless you’ll be this time. Will you kick me out again? Or cut off my mom’s medical bills to force a divorce? Victor, you’re the most disgusting person I’ve ever met.”

I straightened my spine, refusing to shrink.

This wasn’t my fault. Why should I make room for Elena?

If they wanted me gone that badly, then I’d stay just to make them sick.

“You want me to divorce, don’t you?” I let a slow smirk curve my mouth as Victor’s expression darkened. “Too bad. Harrison said as long as I’m willing to raise Adrian, I’m still the lady of this house.”

“Elena’s plan is going to fail.”

I lifted my phone deliberately, right in front of him, and dialed Elena.

Speaker on.

“Elena,” I said, sweet as poison, “bring Adrian over. Aren’t you so noble? You said you only wanted what’s best for him. I’m granting your wish.” I paused, letting every word land. “And thank you for giving me a son. Honestly, I was worried pregnancy would ruin my figure.”

Then I ended the call.

Victor’s chest heaved, rage pulsing in his neck. “You ungrateful bitch!”

“I’m your daughter,” I said coldly. “So there’s really no need to insult yourself.”

I crossed my arms, a strange, grim satisfaction settling in my ribs.

“Victor, I’m not my mom, and I’m not weak. If you want to force me into divorce, then do it.” I stared him down. “Bring it on.”

His expression shifted, sudden and predatory, like a wolf deciding where to bite.

“You think I can’t do anything if you refuse?” he said, voice low. “Sienna, I came here out of consideration for our father-daughter relationship.” His lips curled. “Don’t forget, your mom Nora Everly is still lying in that hospital bed.”

“You dare.”

The moment he dragged her into it, I lost control.

“If you touch her,” I said, shaking with fury, “I’ll drag every last one of you to hell with me. I have nothing left to lose, Victor.” My breath came hard, my palms slick. “Don’t forget—I’m your daughter. I can do anything.”