Chapter 3
Sienna‘s pov
I went blank, unable to speak.
Harrison pinned me beneath him, his long, narrow eyes dark with desire, his strong fingers moving inside me like jolts of electricity, dragging breathy moans from my lips and making my whole body tremble.
By the time I came back to my senses, my clothes were in tatters, leaving me almost naked, while he’d only taken off his jacket.
We were at the entrance of a bar. Had Harrison lost his mind?
I snapped and bit down hard on his lip.
Harrison hissed in pain and let me go.
I stared at him, desire burned out of me and replaced by raw fury. My hand slid down to the hard, pulsing bulge under his belt.
“So impatient, Harrison. All that passion with Elena couldn’t satisfy you?”
“She’s not like you.”
I looked at him, my gaze turning colder. Not like me?
His fingers slipped out of me. What replaced them was his fully hard, thick length. My body wasn’t ready, there wasn’t enough warmth or wetness, and in that instant it felt like I was being split in two.
The pain was so sharp I almost blacked out.
I couldn’t even tell if it hurt more in my body or in my chest. I dug my nails into his back, wanting to tear this man apart, this man I loved down to my bones and hated just as deeply.
How could he say that?
Elena was the noble first love, and I was just the legal whore?
“Let go of me… mm—”
Harrison was always the same at times like this—overbearing, unmoved. He flipped me over without a word, one big hand covering my mouth.
When both sides want it, it’s sex. When both sides don’t, it’s torture.
I didn’t know how long it went on before Harrison finally stopped. He buckled his belt, straightened his clothes, neat and put-together, while I was left barely covered.
“Go buy some pills yourself.”
He lit a cigarette and turned his head, looking at me through the smoke.
“Sienna, don’t even think about secretly having a child. You know what I’d do.”
I hurt so badly I couldn’t move a finger.
In this world, it seemed like only Elena was worthy to bear his child. No other woman.
Then why did he marry me?
Why did he pretend, back then, to be looking forward to me having his baby?
Harrison finished his cigarette and glanced over at me still lying there limply. He tossed his jacket at me like a favor.
“Clean yourself up. When you go back, don’t let Adrian see you like this.”
Go back?
I forced myself to sit up, dragging my dress and his jacket over my body.
“I’m not going back. Harrison, that’s your home with her. If you refuse to divorce me, I’ll kill your bastard son.”
“I’ve got nothing left to lose anyway.”
“You won’t,” he said, his voice low and steady, full of cold certainty. “Your mother is still in the hospital.”
Looking at him sitting there as if everything was under control, my hatred hit its peak.
He was always like this—cold, hard, untouchable. No one could ever reach the soft part of him.
At least, I was never someone who got his gentleness.
“I’m telling you, I wanted to kill that bastard yesterday.”
“Harrison, I hate you. I’m shameless, delusional, pathetic. Since you despise me so much, why did you marry me? You love Elena so much—why didn’t you marry her? You think I wanted to fake a pregnancy? The doctor misdiagnosed me. That’s my fault too? I explained it to you. Why wouldn’t you believe me?”
“It’s not like I was dying to marry you. I didn’t even like you…”
I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, nothing left to lose.
“All these years, I’ve worked so hard to be a proper Mrs. Blackwood, bending over backwards to please your family. What am I in your eyes? A legal prostitute. When you’re in the mood, you sleep with me. When you’re not, you ignore me. Harrison, why are you so cruel to me? I just want a divorce. I just… liked you.”
I wiped my tears in a mess, while the man sitting in the dark looked at me, his gaze unreadable.
“Done yet?”
He got out of the back seat and slid into the driver’s seat.
“If you’re not done, get out of the car. If you are, we’re going back.”
His back was to me, his silhouette hard and cold.
That sobered me up completely.
So, in his eyes, everything I said was just me making a scene. Nothing more.
I let out a laugh as tears streamed down my face.
“Harrison, you’re really cruel.”
Maybe I imagined it, but his back seemed to stiffen for a second.
I forced my aching body to move, climbed out of the car, and slammed the door.
By the time Luna came out of the bar, I was sitting on the side of the road, covered in kiss marks, not caring about my image at all.
“Sienna, you…”
“Nothing. Just a divorced couple, bored and lonely, using each other to kill time.”
“Luna, can I stay at your place for a while?”
Luna nodded and helped me into her car.
The exhaustion in my body and the ache in my heart dragged me quickly into sleep. Half-dreaming, I thought I heard her say, “Babe, isn’t that Harrison’s car behind us?”
When I woke up, it was already the next afternoon.
The moment I remembered what had happened last night, my whole body went rigid.
Damn.
I didn’t take the morning-after pill.
My face went a little pale as I grabbed my phone and placed an order.
I couldn’t be that unlucky… right?
After taking the pills, I finally relaxed a little.
Luna had gone out. She was a travel blogger from a rich family and often went out scouting locations and meeting with her team.
I looked at the divorce papers on the table for a long time, then finally sent a message to Harrison’s assistant, Marcus.
[Marcus, is Harrison at the office?]
He replied quickly.
[Mr. Blackwood is in.]
[Got it.]
Half an hour later, I was standing downstairs at Harrison’s company. The receptionist saw me and didn’t look surprised, but today, for some reason, she tried to stop me from going into his office.
“Ms. Price, our CEO has a guest in his office.”
“I’m just dropping off some documents. I’ll be right back. It won’t take long.”
I thanked her and stepped into the elevator.
When I reached his floor, I finally understood why she’d tried to warn me.
Elena was in his office with her and Harrison’s child, the two of them eating, and the way he looked at her—so gentle, so full of longing—was something I had never seen before.
I had never seen him look at me like that.
Elena was the first to notice me. She stood up, looking a little flustered.
“Sienna, don’t misunderstand. Adrian just missed his dad, so I—”
““Was it your son who missed his dad, or you who wants to be Mrs. Blackwood ?”” I cut in, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Elena, you went abroad for five years and didn’t learn a thing? Your tricks are still this cheap.”
I’d played the good, obedient Mrs. Blackwood for five years. I was sick of it. Since we were getting divorced anyway, I didn’t see the point in pretending.
Elena’s expression faltered. “Harrison, I…”
Harrison picked up Adrian, who was staring at the floor, then looked over at me.
“Sienna, apologize to Elena.”
“Why should I? Did either of them ever apologize to my mom when they swooped in and took our place?”
“You don’t get to control me anymore, Harrison. Not now. This is for you.”
“Here.”
Harrison frowned, not taking what I handed him.
“What’s this?”
“The divorce papers. Sign them. After this, you can have kids with as many women as you want.”