Semua Bab His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Sienna’s Point of ViewI couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. I had tried opening my Kindle, but I couldn't even read the words on the page. I tried taking a walk around the estate gardens, but I couldn't stomach it and came right back inside.Maybe running?Fuck. I couldn't even run now. My body was still far too weak, and my cardiologist’s warnings kept ringing in my ears.I should just leave now. I hadn't signed any prenup, and I was as broke as ever, so I didn't care about the money or the estate. I didn't mind walking away with nothing.I would be known as the woman who was only married for a month. But people had gotten divorced within twenty-four hours of marriage, so this wouldn't even be a surprise to anyone.I decided it was time I called a lawyer. I stood up, but a wave of drowsiness hit me, making my head spin. I had spent the entire day—or was it two?—without eating a single bite.I forced myself to make my way toward the bedroom, knowing I needed to get organized so

Sienna’s Point of ViewWhen I walked out of the nursery, I found Darian sleeping on the floor right outside the door. I squatted down and watched him in the dim hallway.I used to love watching him sleep, the way his thick, dark lashes always drew me in, softening the harsh edges he showed the rest of the world.For one selfish moment, my hand had reached out toward his face, aching to touch him. But I stopped myself just in time. I didn't want him waking up and finding me there like that.We were done, him and me.So, I had forced myself to stand up, carefully stepping around him to get to my room. Once I changed, I grabbed some breakfast to go, and Matilda had gently convinced me to let Greta drive me.I needed to file for a divorce.“It’s barely been a month since the two of you got married, am I correct?” my lawyer, Bernardo, asked me, leaning back in his desk chair.I nodded stiffly. “Yes.&rdq

Sienna’s Point of ViewI didn’t think I would be standing by the side of my husband, a man who only married me because he wanted to keep his position, but well, shit happens, and here I was with him.We stepped out of the car together after he broke down and I had sat there comforting him. The same man who had broken me.When he pulled over in front of the home where they had been taking care of AJ, he stopped the engine and just stared at the building, frozen. I hated this man, but right now, looking at him, he looked so scared. So small.“Do you want me to come with you?” I offered, my voice soft in the quiet car.He turned his head to look at me; his dark eyes filled with hesitant questioning.“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked again, making sure he knew I meant it.“You... you wouldn’t mind?” he rasped.“Of course not. I’ll be here as long as you need me,” I sa

Darian’s Point of ViewThe last few hours have blurred by. After we left the hospital, I brought Blaire back to her apartment, and she asked if I could stay.I stayed by her side, watching her cry herself to sleep. Why did it feel so fucking wrong being here? This was my best friend’s sister, a woman I had vowed to always be there for, yet every instinct in my gut was screaming at me that I was in the wrong place.When she finally fell asleep, I crashed on the couch. In the morning, I decided I was heading straight home, but my phone rang. It was Grandpa.I didn’t have time for his shit, but I knew better than to keep ignoring him. He wouldn't give up despite me letting it ring; he just kept calling back-to-back.“Grandpa?” I growled into the receiver.“Come to the house,” was the first thing he said the second I picked up, his tone clipped and unforgiving.I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. “I have things to do, Grandpa—”“Come home. Now,” he insisted before hanging up.I threw

Sienna’s Point of View“No one will ever want something like you. You disgust me.”My father’s words echoed in my mind as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My skin crawled as I thought of that night when I realized, with clarity, that no one would ever choose me.Because I had fought him the night before, he decided to punish me by taking everyone in the family out for the evening, leaving only me behind. When he came back, he did those despicable things to me... and the next morning, I couldn't even walk.When my mother finally came to my room, I broke down and decided to tell her the truth.“I don’t believe you,” she had said coldly, shaking her head. “Your father would never do something like that.”I pleaded with her. I sobbed and begged, but she chose not to believe me. The day she walked in on him in the middle of the night while he was on top of me, she simply asked him to leave the room. Then she turned to me and whispered that no one could ever know.And no one ever