Chapter 2
Sienna‘s pov
“Sienna! Open the door, I brought Adrian home!”
My head feels like it’s about to split open. I couldn’t stop thinking about the past last night, so I didn’t fall asleep until really late.
The servant’s attempts to block her sounded faint and useless under Elena’s voice.
“I got out of bed, crossed the living room, and pushed open the half-closed door.”
Elena stumbled, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at me. “Sienna, are you still mad at me? I swear I’m not here to ruin your family.”
“Elena, you can say that without feeling even a little guilty? It was your mother who destroyed my family back then, and now you’re here to steal Harrison!”
“Take your son and leave. This is my house.”
Elena gazed at me with a completely innocent expression.
“Adrian is Harrison’s only child. If you kick us out…”
Smack.
Looking at her face, all the resentment I’d swallowed for the past five years suddenly erupted like a volcano.
I didn’t give her a chance to finish. My hand flew up and slapped her hard across the face.
“Sienna, how dare you!”
“You really think Harrison is going to punish me for you two?” I flicked my fingers lightly. “I wanted to hit you yesterday.”
“If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling security.”
Adrian, standing beside her, immediately started crying.
“Mom…”
I looked at his features, so similar to Harrison’s, and when I thought of how they’d booked hotel rooms like yesterday more than once, bitterness spread through me and I turned my face away.
“Sienna, I just don’t want Adrian to be separated from his father…”
I slammed the door with all my strength, shutting out Elena’s voice.
The past came rushing back, clear as day.
My mother was still lying between life and death in that hospital bed. How could they end up with all the benefits and still take over my family? I couldn’t accept it.
When Martha Wilson told me Elena had left, I said nothing and asked the driver to take me to the hospital.
On the bed, my mother lay there, and only her faint breathing proved she was still alive.
I lay on the edge of her bed and whispered, “Mom, I’m planning to give up on Harrison.”
“Elena’s back. After all these years, I still lost to her. Aren’t I pathetic? I still don’t have the power to drag down that mother and daughter who used to walk all over us.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Luna soon found me at the hospital. Seeing my swollen eyes, she called me useless.
“There isn’t only Harrison in this world. Men are like buses—miss one and another comes along.”
“If you ask me, Harrison’s rich, right? Just get more money out of him. Once you’ve got the cash, he’s nothing.”
“He treated you like that when you were a victim too. Why the hell would you still want him?”
I swallowed the bitterness burning in my chest and shook my head.
“You’re right. There are hot guys everywhere. I’ll use his money to put a prettier man on my arm.”
“Come on, let’s hit a bar and go find you a hottie.”
Late at night, the bar was hot and intoxicating.
To stay on The Blackwood Family’s good side, I almost never came to places like this. After what happened all those years ago, I’d done everything I could to keep a low profile, terrified someone might remember those photos.
But now…
I’m about to divorce him. Who cares?
Let Harrison be pissed to death.
I was already tipsy when Luna grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor.
In the middle of the crowd, a guy with flushed cheeks stared at me.
“Hey, gorgeous, you’re really pretty. Can I have this dance?”
Seeing how awkward he looked, I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.
“Sure.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, but I tied my shirt into a knot at my waist, baring my slim midriff, and let myself loose on the dance floor, venting all the pressure I’d been holding in.
“Come on, keep it going,” I called out.
I watched the handsome guy stop moving and, a little annoyed, reached out. Just as I was about to touch him, someone grabbed my wrist.
“Sienna, are you drunk?”
Why did I hear Harrison’s voice?
I turned around, annoyed, and sure enough saw a man with a frosty expression.
“What?”
I yanked my wrist back hard.
Harrison clenched his jaw, his eyes full of anger.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking what you’re doing? Why didn’t you let Adrian in?”
A flicker of hope in my chest shattered.
After five years, he still loved Elena that much. Loved her enough to come to a bar just to interrogate me.
I stared back at him, refusing to back down.
“I did it. So what? If you feel so sorry for your illegitimate son and Elena, why don’t you just marry her? You think I’m going to help you raise your bastard kid? Dream on.”
I could feel his displeasure.
Even his anger couldn’t touch how handsome he was.
Harrison forced his temper down, a frown between his brows. “You’re drunk. I won’t argue with you. Come back with me.”
“I refuse！”
“Maybe I really was drunk, or maybe five years of marriage had been crushing all my negative feelings, and now they were finally bursting out.”
I let out a cold laugh, pointed at his chest, and said each word clearly, “Mr. Blackwood, I want a divorce. I’m not joking.”
“And don’t get in the way of me finding a boyfriend.”
I said that and started toward the dance floor, but Harrison’s eyes went ice cold, and without a word he hoisted me over his shoulder.
“Say that one more time.”
“I’ll say it ten thousand more times, I still want a divorce! Harrison, you bastard, you’re old, you’re a two minute wonder with nothing to brag about—what makes you think I’m desperate for you?”
“Put me down! What, you think you’re the king of the world or something? Whatever you say just automatically happens now?”
“Why the hell should I listen to you? Why should I help you raise your illegitimate kid?”
I kept cursing him out the whole way, but Harrison didn’t even blink. In the end, he just opened the car door and shoved me inside.
“I collapsed onto the back seat, my head spinning, and it took a long time before the dizziness eased.
Harrison loosened his tie with one hand, looking down at me from above.
‘Sienna, do you really think you’re in any position to ask me for a divorce?’
The words cut into me like a knife, leaving me bleeding inside.
I let out a low laugh. ‘Can’t I at least make room for your first love?’”
“When this marriage ends is not up to you. Sienna, you’re in no position to negotiate with me.”
As Harrison spoke, the car door slammed, and at some point his shirt had come undone as he leaned in over me.
“And I’m short and small? Bad in bed?”
The air turned charged. His long fingers tipped up my chin, and he suddenly smiled.
“Looks like Mrs. Blackwood is really lonely.”
I caught a whiff of danger and sobered up instantly.
Harrison had a high sex drive. Our marriage might have been hollow, but we still had sex all the time.
Just last night he’d worn me out completely.
Was I out of my mind just now, daring to provoke him?
I was done for.