Chapter 3

SIENNA THORNE 

My father's head snapped back as if he had just been slapped and I would have smirked at his stunned expression if I wasn't so broken. 

How could Xander betray me like this? And with Diane of all people? 

“I don't know what you're talking about Sienna. There must be some kind of mistake.” Xander said, breaking the silence that had descended on the room after my outburst. 

“What are you going to say next? It was Ai, right?” I asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. 

Xander nodded. “Exactly! You know I could never cheat on you.” 

I scoffed and turned to my father who was still standing there shocked. “How come you have nothing to say?” A laugh escaped my lips. 

“Babe let's talk about this in our bedroom, we shouldn't do this with people here.” 

What an ass. “Everyone here has seen your video Xander, it's out there for the world to see.” 

He glared at me and then turned on heels and marched towards the door. 

I shook my head and looked away, brushing away the tears on my face. 

“Everybody gets out, the show is over!” He yelled but no one moved. 

I decided not to say anything, too weak to do anything. 

Looking through the crowd, I couldn't find Diane anywhere and my eyebrows raised. 

Where did the witch go? 

“I said leave!” He yelled again and immediately everyone began scrambling. 

I just stood there and watched as all my hard work went down the drain. 

So much for a beautiful life with Xander full of love. He had been seeking solace in the arms of my stepmother. 

So gross. 

“How dare you air our dirty laundry out in public like that?” My father asked as soon as Xander slammed the door once the last of the guests had left. 

“How could you be blaming me right now??” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. “Your son-in-law slept with your wife!!” I was fuming now. 

His eyes grew dim and he let out a weak sigh. “Still, we could have found a way to handle things. Now the rest of the world is going to see how dysfunctional our family is,” 

My heart stopped as I stared at the man. Tears pricked the back of my eyes but I refused to give in. 

“Father,” I started to say once I managed to get my emotions under control. “My husband, your son-in-law has just walked all over me and you're blaming me for ruining the family name?” A bitter laugh flew past my lips. 

“You're unbelievable dad! When are you ever going to take my side? When are you going to ask me how I'm doing first before you think about your precious reputation?” 

I was crying now, the tears no longer interested in staying put were now rolling down my cheeks. “My husband has just hurt in the worst way possible and all you care about is your image and what people will say.” 

“Our name is all we have Sienna, you know this. We can rebuke Xander within the family.” 

We?

“After all he's a man and they do these things from time to time.” 

My hands itched to slap him but I held back. No matter how much of an insensitive dickhead he was being, he was still my father. 

I walked towards the door, my steps unsure. I didn't know where I was headed but I knew I had to get away from this place. 

With that in mind, I opened the door and walked out. 

“Sienna, don't be so dramatic! Xander hasn't done anything strange just come back here let's discuss it.” My dad called after me but I ignored him. 

I didn't stop and just kept walking. A million thoughts were running through my mind and my heart which I had laid down at Xander's feet was now shattered into a million pieces. 

Of all the ways he could have chosen to hurt me, this one hit the hardest. 

Diane and I had a hate relationship and it had been that way right from when she walked into our lives and sank her claws into my father. 

From the beginning I had seen her for the snake she was but my father had been blinded by grief for my mother, his late wife that he let her in so easily. 

When I looked up again, I was standing in front of a bar, shivering and cold in my evening gown. 

My makeup was ruined and so were my feet because at some point during the marathon walk, I had kicked off my heels. 

It was probably a bad idea to have anymore drinks especially since I had drunk champagne at the party earlier but my broken didn't care. 

I made my way to help counter and slid onto a barstool. 

“What would you like to drink ma'am?” The cute woman behind the bar asked me and I shrugged. 

“Give me your strongest drink and keep 'em coming.” 

Yes, I was going to drink away my sorrows. No, it wasn't the right move. 

But did I care? Of course not. 

I was done massaging my father's ego and doing things for a family that never cared about me. 

Half an hour later, I was a stumbling mess. The waitress had been generous enough to keep my drinks going as I had asked her to and now the entire room was spinning right before my eyes. 

“How much do I owe? Just charge it to Xander Smith's account. He'll pay!” I yelled drunkenly as I slid off the barstool. 

Well, I tried to but the next minute I was falling —head first to my death or a brain injury and I welcomed it, closing my eyes so I could go peacefully. 

A few seconds later, I didn't feel any pain and opened my eyes. 

The first thing I saw was green. A sea of deep green eyes that seemed to suck you in. 

Then the frame of a man who was scowling down at me came into view. 

From the looks of things he had saved me. 

“Charge her drinks to my tab and you'd be hearing from me if you let anyone else get this drunk and I don't care that they requested for more drinks.” he said and I looked up to defend myself only to find that his attention wasn't focused on me anymore but on the cute and kind lady behind the counter. 

“Don't talk to her….” I started to say but he yanked me closer to his body. 

“Let's go.” His voice was firm, his eyes dark as he led me away from the counter. 

“Where are you taking me?” I ask

ed even though I was too drunk to protest. 

“Home,” came his reply and everything else after that became a blur