I Loved the Woman Who Ruined Me

William's POV

Sienna Quinton, my lover, saw me putting the memory-erasing capsule in my mouth and jumped out of bed in a panic. "What exactly do you want from me, William?"

She pinned me down with her leg and shoved her cold fingers down my throat. She had a look of panic that didn't seem fake as she said, "Spit it out right now, William!"

I gagged and threw up, my eyes filling with tears.

I hadn't even caught my breath yet when I saw Jonathan Lawrence, her male subordinate, drive a blade into his own stomach, his eyes bloodshot. "If William minds me being here, then I deserve to die, Sienna!"

Sienna released me and rushed over to press down on Jonathan's wound. She bandaged his injury with shaking hands, gathered Jonathan into her arms, and sprinted out.

I stood frozen, instinctively wanting to run after her.

Sienna turned around and slapped my hand away, her voice laced with resentment. "Do you really need me to stay by your side every single second? Why can't you live without me for once, William?"

She flung the memory-erasing capsule onto the floor, turned on her heel, and left.

I meant to tell her I wasn't trying to die—that I only wanted to forget everything—but she ran too fast for me to get the words out.

I slept restlessly that night. I kept dreaming about a young Sienna who held onto me, saying we should never be apart. It was such a beautiful dream that I woke up with my shirt soaked in tears.

Sienna stood at my bedside, her expression cold. She spoke in a hoarse voice, clutching her head in distress. "Jonathan has been seriously injured. He'll never be able to have children again, William."

I could feel how upset she was.

Sienna hadn't turned on the lights, leaving the room in darkness. She hugged me softly through the blanket and patted my back as she usually did.

In the next second, without warning, excruciating pain shot from my fingers through my entire body. I shook uncontrollably and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Sienna had broken my pinky finger. "We've caused Jonathan so much harm. We have to pay him back for it, William."

She let out a muffled groan after saying that.

I suddenly realized what was happening. I reached for her hand and saw that she had snapped her pinky finger as well.

Both our hands were covered in blood.

I didn't get why I had to pay the price when Jonathan hurt himself. I only wanted to get out of there.

Sienna pulled back the covers, lay down beside me, and held me close. She kissed my forehead, a spot she hadn't kissed in so long, and said through her fatigue, "I won't go to him anymore. I'll be here for you from now on."

Sienna said that, but the room was still littered with condoms, carrying the scent of another man.

I had no desire to believe her. My body was cold all over.

Sienna pressed my cold feet against her stomach to warm them. "Go to sleep, William."

I didn't fight back anymore, telling myself that this was our final night.

Yet, in the early hours of the morning, a dedicated ringtone blared. "Sienna, Travis is running a fever. I can handle anything, but he's our son... I truly don't want to ruin your family... but Travis needs his mother..."

It was said that a strong man letting himself appear vulnerable was all the more effective.

Sienna shot up to her feet, the bandages on her hand tearing open. She yanked the blanket off, and the cold air rushed over me, making me shudder.

I suddenly felt my heart go cold. Did Sienna give birth to Jonathan's child? But she had barely been released from prison that year, and we were only starting to reunite.

Sienna couldn't bring herself to meet my tear-filled eyes as she hurried to leave for Jonathan.

I felt a sharp pain flare in my side, and when I touched it, my hand was covered in blood. "Help me, Sienna…"

Sienna shoved my hand away once again and even locked the door. She had bloodshot eyes as she yelled behind the door, "I swear this will be the last time, William..."

I didn't even have the strength left to hear her promises anymore. In the very last moment before losing consciousness, I decisively swallowed the memory-erasing capsule.