Chapter 4
Sienna‘s pov
“Sienna,” Harrison narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing there. “Are you addicted to throwing tantrums now?”
“This marriage doesn’t end just because you say so.”
A sharp ache pierced my chest, and I looked away.
“I’m bowing out so you can marry the woman you actually want. Isn’t that enough?”
“You’re that generous?”
Harrison pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicked it, the small flame reflecting in his eyes and making him look even more composed, almost detached. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, then glanced back at me, his voice cool and flat.
“Sienna, you love money too much. If you were really willing to give up the wealth and status The Blackwood Family gives you, you’d have walked out long ago.”
“If you keep making a scene, don’t blame me when you lose more than you think.”
Five years of marriage, and Harrison still chose the words he knew would hurt.
In his eyes, I had always been that woman who climbed into his bed by any means necessary, for money.
I lowered my head and blinked slowly, forcing my pride to hold the line. I refused to let even a trace of hurt show.
I lifted my head and saw Elena move to stand beside Harrison, giving me a soft, gentle smile.
“Sis, I really don’t want to affect your marriage,” she said gently. “But Adrian is Harrison’s son. He can’t just be left out in the cold forever.”
“Had I known you’d react this strongly, I wouldn’t have brought Adrian back with me.
Sis, I’m sorry. I honestly came back wanting to give you my blessing…”
“That’s enough, Elena. Stop disgusting me, will you?” I cut her off. “If you truly wanted to let go, you wouldn’t have booked a hotel room with him on our wedding anniversary. And don’t call me ‘sis.’ My mom only has one daughter.”
“You and your mother are both homewreckers,” I added, the words like glass. “People spit when they say your names.”
Tears welled in Elena’s eyes the next second, as if I’d horribly wronged her, but I clearly caught the brief, cold smile that flashed in their depths.
She was provoking me.
Harrison’s brows drew together, his gaze turning colder, harder.
“Why are you wasting your breath on her?” he said.
“Sienna, stop coming to the company to make a scene.”
He didn’t look at me again. He just bent down and picked Adrian up.
His movements were so gentle. So practiced.
For a moment, the sight stabbed at my eyes, sharp as needles.
In their love story, I had always been the extra. The irrelevant one.
I refused to keep humiliating myself. I turned and walked away.
That suffocating feeling trailed me like a shadow all the way back to the Blackwood Estate.
It wasn’t until I stepped into the bedroom Harrison and I shared that I finally came back to myself.
Looking at the furnishings I had personally picked out, a wave of bitterness rose in my chest that I couldn’t hold back.
Letting go of the man I’d poured all my courage and naïve love into was unbearably hard.
But if I didn’t walk away on my own, I’d have to watch him and Elena show up in front of me every single day.
Ruining the first half of my life wasn’t enough for her. Now she had to grind my self respect into the dirt too.
I loved Harrison, enough to lay down every last bit of my pride for him.
But I would never let Elena trample it！
I pulled out my suitcase and stuffed my things in any old way. My fingers brushed the wedding ring on my left hand, and after a hard clench of my teeth, I took it off.
The suitcases were large—three in total—and the house staff helped me carry them to the front door. I called Luna, asking her to come pick me up.
She needed half an hour.
After I hung up, I turned my head and saw a black Cayenne pull up directly in front of the villa.
The car was unfamiliar.
Frowning, I pushed one of the suitcases forward, taking a few steps closer. When I saw who stepped out, my whole body started to shake, rage burning through every vein.
“What are you doing here?”
I looked at Victor Price and thought of my mother lying unconscious in that hospital bed, hatred spreading through me.
“You think I want to see you?” Victor let out a short, cold laugh.
“Divorce Harrison,” he ordered, his voice flat, almost bored.
My anger flared, fast and violent.
“Why should I listen to you?” I shot back. “What, ruining my mom’s marriage and clearing space for your precious mother-daughter duo wasn’t enough? Now you want to force me into a divorce too?”
There was nothing in Victor’s eyes but endless cold.
He folded his arms and looked at me with open arrogance.
“Because Elena gave birth to The Blackwood Family’s eldest grandson. Once she becomes Mrs. Blackwood, our family will finally have a connection with The Blackwood Family.
Unlike you. I’ve raised you for twenty two years, and you’ve done nothing for this family.”
My jaw tightened. His coldness was so absurd it was almost funny.
“So after all these years, you don’t feel even a shred of guilt toward my mom? The only reason The Price Family has the status it does now is because of her premarital assets…”
“She begged to marry me back then. Threatened life and death if I didn’t.” His tone didn’t change. “Now she’s basically a vegetable. What’s the point of bringing all that up? If you refuse to divorce, don’t blame me for cutting you off.”
The entitlement in his voice was suffocating.
In front of me, he overlapped with the man who had thrown me out of my own wedding five years ago. The hatred I had buried deep inside broke through the surface, hot and vicious.
“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “I’d love to see what you try this time. Planning to kick me out of the house again? Or are you just going to keep refusing to pay my mom’s medical bills until you can force a divorce through?”
“Victor, you are the most disgusting person I’ve ever met.”
I straightened my back and met his stare.
I hadn’t done anything wrong. So why should I be the one to move aside for Elena?
If they wanted this divorce so badly, then I would stay married just to disgust them.
“You want me to divorce?” I lifted my chin and let a slow, mocking smile curve my lips, watching Victor’s face darken.
“Too bad. Harrison said as long as I’m willing to raise Adrian, I remain the lady of this house.”
“Your daughter’s grand plan just went up in smoke.”
I let my smile deepen, pulled out my phone, and deliberately dialed Elena right in front of him.
“Elena, bring Adrian over,” I said, my tone light. “Didn’t you say you just want him to have the best life possible? I’m helping you make that happen.”
“Oh, and thanks for giving me a son,” I added, almost lazily. “Honestly, I was really worried pregnancy would ruin my figure.”
I hung up without waiting for a response.
Victor’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his fury making his face twist.
“You ungrateful girl!” he snapped.
“I am your daughter,” I said calmly. “Whatever kind of person I am, I learned it from you. No need to insult yourself so loudly.”
I folded my arms, unexpected satisfaction humming beneath my ribs.
“Victor, I’m not my mother,” I went on. “I’m not weak. If you’re determined to force me into a divorce, then let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”
His eyes changed in an instant, turning predatory, like a wolf ready to lunge at any second and rip out a chunk of flesh.
“You think I’m out of options just because you refuse to sign?” he sneered. “Sienna, I came here today because I still remember we’re supposedly father and daughter. Don’t forget—your mother is still lying in that hospital bed.”
“Don’t you dare!”