Semua Bab His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Sienna’s Point of View“No. I just need the stuff dropped off at his house,” I said into the phone, wrapping my cardigan tighter around myself against the cool evening breeze.Orana told me that if I needed help with anything, I could call her anytime. “I’m fine,” I assured her softly. “Just make sure to take care of yourself, okay? Are you taking your medication?”“Yes, Mom,” she teased, but I could hear her smile.I was lost in my own thoughts, staring blankly at the crystal-blue water of the poolside patio while she talked. I felt surprisingly better this evening, which was why I had decided to venture outside for a walk.I hadn't seen Dare since he walked out on Sunday. When I woke up yesterday morning, he was already out, and if he came back last night, it was long after I had fallen asleep. This morning, he was gone before my eyes even opened.I guess this was my new reality. Married to empty rooms and marble walls.“You know you can talk to me, right, sweetie?” Orana asked, her

Darian’s Point of View When I got home around 5 PM, my head was throbbing with a relentless migraine, and all I wanted was quiet and rest. But the moment I stepped through the grand foyer, the overwhelming stench of fresh paint hit my nose. “What the fuck?” I muttered, rubbing my temples as I followed the smell up the stairs. I traced it to the larger guest room. I pushed the door open and stopped dead in my tracks. Sienna was standing in the middle of the room in oversized denim overalls, her hair pulled back in a messy bun, holding a paint roller. Matilda, who rarely laughed and usually maintained a strict, stoic posture, was standing nearby, chuckling at something Sienna had said while helping her cut around the trim. “What the hell is going on here?” I demanded. They both snapped their heads toward me. Sienna’s face was speckled with drops of soft gray paint, a smudge of white sitting right on the tip of her nose and across her cheekbone. Her overalls were practically cover

Sienna’s Point of View“Listen to her, Sienna!” Xander demanded, his longer strides quickly narrowing the distance between us. He reached out, his hand hovering near my arm as if afraid to touch me too hard.I kept walking toward the exit; my clutch held tightly against my chest.“I told you both, I’m fine,” I said over my shoulder, forcing my tone to stay steady. “I just have a few things I need to handle before the afternoon.”“That is nonsense!” Alaina snapped, stepping directly into my path near the glass doors, her eyes wide with frustration and concern. “Look at you! You’re breathing like you just ran a marathon, and you haven't looked at me. What happened in there?”“Alaina, please—move,” I urged softly, trying to side-step her.“No! I’m not moving, and Xander isn’t going to let you drive off either,” Alaina insisted, crossing her arms stubbornly. “If there’s trouble with Darian, tell us. If you’re feeling sick, let Xander take you back and start on meds. You don't have to keep

Sienna’s Point of View“Doctor,” Kit said softly, extending his hand.I took it gladly, relief washing over me. “Hello, Kit. It’s so good to see you again.”My eyes lingered on him as he held my hand a second longer, offering a comfortable, respectful squeeze. Darian cleared his throat and stepped in closer to my side.“Darian Buchanan,” Darian introduced himself, his tone laced with a sharp edge. He extended his hand to greet Kit. “I’m her husband.”“Oh, I figured,” Kit said with an easy laugh, stepping back smoothly. “You’re a very lucky man.”I couldn't help but force a smile, playing the happy wife.Canaan looked between us, surprised. “I didn't realize you were a doctor, dear!”“I’m not officially a full doctor yet,” I explained gently, resting a hand over my stomach. “I’m in my final year of residency.”“Oh, really? That’s fantastic,” Canaan said warmly. “What specialty?”“I actually just transferred my focus to neurosurgery,” I replied smoothly.The entire group looked genuinel

Sienna’s Point of ViewThe ceiling was the first thing that came into focus when I opened my eyes, a sterile, blinding white grid that blurred in and out as my eyes slowly fluttered open. A high-pitched, steady beeping echoed nearby, rhythmic against the pounding behind my temples. My throat felt dry as sand, and my limbs weighed a thousand pounds.I blinked against the light, trying to orient myself. A figure stood at the side of the bed, her face pale, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.“Orana?” I rasped, my voice barely a thread as I saw my sister standing there, her lips trembling.“What...” I gasped, my hand instinctively dropping to rest on my stomach.The soft, familiar swell wasn’t like I was used to. It felt different. Looked different.Before I could process the sudden, ice-cold dread pooling in my chest, the door swung open, and Darian walked in.“What happened? Where’s my baby?” I asked him, my voice rising in frantic pitch.Darian lowered his head, refusing to meet my eyes.