MasukSienna's POV
Liam went silent. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, as if he was still processing the words I had just said. All this time, I had almost never said “no” to him. No matter how small or complicated his requests were, I always found a way to fulfill them. I was so used to pleasing others—especially him—that I forgot I, too, had limits. But today, I finally found that limit. Emily gave a small smile, trying to ease the tension like she always did. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a burden. I’ve already troubled you enough by staying here. Hoping to taste your cooking on top of that—I feel embarrassed.” She stood and walked toward the door. But before she could leave, a sharp little voice rang out. “Mommy is mean!” Noah shouted, glaring at me. He even smacked my arm lightly. “Don’t be mean to Aunt Emily!” My body stiffened instantly. Liam reached out for Emily’s arm and looked at me like I was the cause of all the chaos that morning. “You’re still upset about this morning? Didn’t I tell you Emily only came in to borrow a charger?” I looked at both of them. My face remained blank—too tired to be angry. “I’m not feeling well,” I replied calmly. “My body’s exhausted. I don’t have the energy to cook.” Noah shot me a sharp look. “Sick? Ew, why didn’t you say so earlier! Aunt Emily’s body is weak, you know. What if she catches your sickness?” I could barely breathe. The child I carried, gave birth to, raised with all my love—now worried more about a woman who only arrived a few weeks ago. Suddenly, I felt like a stranger in my own home. Noah had always been an angel, but lately, something had begun to change. Was I seeing my son less? Could that be a sign that Liam and Emily were becoming a negative influence on him—even as they pretended to be understanding? Noah tugged on Liam’s hand. “Dad, we have to buy medicine for Aunt Emily. She can’t get sick!” “I’m fine, Noah,” Emily said gently, trying to calm him. But Liam was already looking at her with full concern. “It’s okay, let’s listen to Noah. You remember how long it took for you to recover last time? Better to be safe.” And just like that, they left. The three of them now looked like a perfect little family—without me. I was still seated at the dining table, staring at the bowl of dumplings that had gone cold again. Full. Untouched. Just like my role in this house: prepared with love, yet unwanted. Slowly, I cleaned up the remains of breakfast and carried them into the kitchen. I dumped everything into the trash. Tasteless. But my heart was even more so. After all these years with them, I was still no one. Liam only knew me through a contract, and Noah… even he now chose Emily over me. As I stood staring at the cold kitchen floor, my phone buzzed. A message from Liam. [We’re at the supermarket. Pick us up now.] I stared at the screen without emotion, then grabbed the car keys. I didn’t reply. I didn’t ask. I just left. I parked not far from the supermarket’s exit. From a distance, I could see Noah clinging to Emily’s arm, grinning. “Aunt Emily, I want ice cream!” Emily chuckled and pinched his cheek. “If Noah wants it, of course Auntie will buy it.” I approached them slowly and spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Noah, did you forget what the doctor said? Your stomach is still sensitive. Ice cream will make you sick.” Noah immediately whined. “But I only want one…” Before I could explain further, Emily turned to me and responded casually, “Sienna, if a kid wants ice cream, just give it to him. No need to be so uptight.” I looked at her, sharp. “He’s my son. His health is not yours to comment on.” Just as I finished speaking, Liam arrived, pushing a shopping cart. His eyes immediately landed on the three of us. He saw Emily and Noah’s sulking faces, then looked at me. “Emily just wanted to buy him ice cream. Why make a fuss?” I sighed. “The doctor said Noah shouldn’t have cold food until his stomach stabilizes. It’s not the right time yet.” But Liam didn’t listen. His eyes pierced through me. A gaze that once made me tremble, now only left me numb. “If you keep being so rigid, he’ll only grow more distant,” he said quietly but sharply. “You could’ve just said, ‘One spoonful only, the rest Mommy will eat.’ Done. But instead, you escalate everything.” That sentence struck like a whip. Painful. Brutal. Undeniable. I stood frozen. In their eyes, I no longer mattered. Every kindness I’d ever given now held no value. I wasn’t just losing in love. Even in the one thing I tried hardest to protect—Noah’s health—I still lost. I didn’t reply. I just gave a faint smile. One that even felt unfamiliar to myself. Since Emily’s return, everything changed. From a wife, I became a housekeeper. From a mother, I became a nanny. And now… I was just an outsider. I turned around. The afternoon breeze brushed against my face as I walked toward the car. My steps were calm—not from peace, but because my heart had frozen. Inside the car, I sat still. Staring straight ahead. My left hand on the steering wheel, my right hand gripping the fabric of my skirt—now damp with cold sweat.Sienna's POV I chose to pick up Noah myself today. After everything that happened at the publishing office, my head felt too full, and somehow all I wanted was to see my son’s face. As if doing that would help my breathing return to normal.I sat in the back seat of the taxi, leaning against the seat while watching the streets pass by through the window. The hum of the engine was steady, soft enough not to disturb me, real enough to keep me awake. My hands rested on the bag in my lap, fingers unconsciously intertwined an old habit whenever my thoughts became too crowded.After the meeting at the publishing office earlier, I knew I wasn’t capable of driving myself. My head throbbed lightly, not from pain, but from too many things pushing to be thought through at once. Decisions, courage, and the shadows of the past blended together. So I ordered a taxi, choosing to sit quietly and let someone else carry my body to the next destination.The taxi driver turne
Emily's POV “Yes,” Willy replied. “The contract is substantial. The exposure is wide. This project ” I stopped hearing the rest. Life Techno Group. Liam’s company. My heart beat faster. Then, without holding back, a corner of my lips lifted. Slowly. Surely. A smile that hadn’t appeared in a long time. “Interesting,” I murmured. Willy looked at me, slightly hesitant. “Miss, are you okay?” “Okay?” I repeated. “No, Willy. I’m more than okay.” I walked away from the window, moving through the living room with lighter steps than before. My chest, which had felt so tight earlier, now seemed filled with fresh air. “How funny,” I said with a smile. “When everyone thought I had fallen, fate opened the door most relevant.” Willy blinked, trying to follow my train of thought. “You mean because Life Techno Group belongs to Mr. Liam?” I stopped walking, turning to him. My smil
Emily's POV I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating. Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.“Miss,” he called carefully.I didn’t answer.“This apartment feels too quiet when you’re like this,” he continued, trying to start a conversation without touching the flame of my anger. “Maybe you’d like to sit down? I can make some tea.”I chuckled softly, without humor. “Tea?” I turned halfway, looking at him through the glass reflection. “You think tea can fix a reputation that’s already being forgotten?”I swallowed. “I’m not saying that.”“Then what?” I finally turned fully to face him. “Say it. Don’t just stand there with that pitiful look on your face.”He exhaled, then lifted his head. “I think Miss is being too hard on herself.”Those words made me let out
Emily's POV I got into my luxury car with a harsh movement, slamming the door harder than necessary. The scent of genuine leather and the overly cold air conditioning greeted me, but none of this luxury made my chest feel any lighter. I kicked off my heels carelessly, propping my feet up on the seat with an indifferent attitude.Willy was already sitting in the front seat.“Miss Emily,” he said cautiously, as if every word had to be measured to avoid triggering an explosion. “Shall we just go straight home today?”I leaned my head back against the headrest, staring at the ceiling of the car. “Yes,” I answered lazily. “I’m tired.”The car started moving. The roads felt longer than usual, even though the distance was the same. I closed my eyes, but instead of relief, Sienna’s face appeared the calm look in her eyes, her words piercing without even raising her voice. It hurt more than any slap.I opened my eyes, annoyed.Why does it feel like everyone today
Sienna's POV I looked straight at her. “You’re too strong for that. Too confident. Too accustomed to winning.”Her manager shifted slightly, as if wanting to intervene, but Emily raised a hand to stop him.“Are you insulting me?” she asked sharply.I smiled faintly not a mocking smile, but the smile of someone who was no longer afraid. “No. I don’t feel like I’m insulting you at all.”“Then what do you mean by saying I’m not suitable, manipulative, and…”I cut her off, my voice still low but firm. “I never called you manipulative. I only said you might be better suited to working with a writer who creates characters like that.”Emily froze, her eyes widening. “So you are insulting me.”I shook my head slowly. “No, Emily. You’re the one putting that label on yourself.”The air between us tightened. I could see anger swirling in her eyes, but I didn’t take a single step back.“You know,” I continued, my voice now colder, “wh
Sienna's POV The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beginning.“Thank you, Sienna,” she said sincerely. “Your decision was clear and well-directed. We’ll wait for your update regarding the new cover concept.”I nodded. “Thank you as well for respecting my opinion.”We exchanged smiles before parting. My steps felt lighter as I left the meeting room like an old burden had finally been lifted, not just about the book, but about having the courage to stand by my own choices.I walked down the publisher’s corridor more calmly than when I’d arrived that morning. The glass walls on my right reflected my own image a face that looked tired, yet more upright. Something had changed, subtly but unmistakably. As if I had just signed an unwri







