I wondered, 'Am I really worth less to her than Callum, a man she has only just met?' Back when Sienna went out to negotiate business deals, she often drank until she could barely stand. I felt sorry for her, so I forced myself to drink every day, slowly building my tolerance until I could take those drinks for her. Every time she needed a deal closed, I drank until the world spun. Afterward, she would sit by my bed, hold me, and cry until she could barely breathe. But now, when I tried to protect her again, she only thought I had embarrassed her. I still tried to pull her away, but Callum walked up to me with a glass in his hand. "Didn't you want to drink?" He smiled coldly. "Fine. I'll let you." The next second, he poured the entire glass over my head. The liquid was ice-cold as it ran down my face and soaked into my clothes, but it was nothing compared to the cold spreading through my chest. Even trembling, I still reached for Sienna. Yet, she shook me off and thre
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