Chapter 1
Sienna’s POV
Five years into my marriage, on our anniversary, Harrison Blackwood cheated on me in a hotel—openly, like he didn’t care who witnessed it.
I stared at the lipstick mark on his cold, handsome face, and something inside me snapped. “Harrison,” I asked, “what am I to you, then?”
The girl in his arms had eyes too much like mine. She leaned into him, adjusted her lingerie, and smiled like she’d already won.
“Little sister, don’t worry,” she said, sweet as sugar. “I’m not here to break up your family. Once my child with Harrison is settled, I’ll leave.”
My whole body trembled. I looked at my husband like something was being torn apart in front of me. “Why her?” I choked out. “You even have a child together!”
Harrison married me because Elena Whitmore went abroad.
Now she was back, with her son, and his identity was out in the open.
And I—the legal wife—had become a joke.
Harrison didn’t answer. He turned to his secretary, Marcus Barnes. “Take Mrs. Blackwood home.”
I stared at him, and the tears I’d held back all night finally fell.
Elena spoke again, calm and smug. “Sienna, you’ve been married five years and still don’t have a child. Adrian can be your son someday.”
“Go on,” she added lightly. “Don’t make everyone uncomfortable.”
From beginning to end, Harrison gave me nothing but that cold side profile. I laughed, thin and bitter.
Five years. I should’ve woken up long ago.
When I turned to leave, my vision swam. Marcus steadied me and slipped a check into my hand.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” he said quietly, “this is compensation from Mr. Blackwood.”
I looked down.
One million.
I laughed again. The tears came faster.
This was the man I’d loved for years.
And I still couldn’t refuse his money, because it was my mother’s medical bill for this month.
A cruel joke.
I had nothing. With my current salary, there was no way I could cover her treatment.
“I understand,” I said.
That night, close to midnight, Harrison came home.
In five years of marriage, this was the earliest he’d returned—unless he was coming back to use me.
He wasn’t surprised to find me waiting. He tossed aside his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt with lazy, practiced ease.
“Tomorrow, Adrian will move in.”
He was used to giving orders. His voice didn’t leave room for discussion.
“I don’t agree.”
He didn’t even look at me. His hands went to my clothes as he said, flatly, “I’m not discussing it with you.”
Of course. Unless he needed somewhere to vent his desire, he never came home early.
And tonight, there was a bright kiss mark on his neck—Elena’s.
My chest heaved. I grabbed his wrist. “Harrison. Her mother is the one who destroyed my family. The one who put my mom in a hospital bed for five years.”
“You want me to make room for the mistress’s son—your illegitimate child.” My voice cracked. “What do you take me for?”
Harrison stopped and looked down at me, tall and merciless.
“Sienna,” he said, “don’t forget. If she hadn’t gone abroad, I never would’ve touched you.”
“It was your fake pregnancy that turned everything into a scandal. That’s why we got married. What, has it only been five years and you’ve already forgotten?”
He said it the way he’d discuss a contract.
Then he yanked his wrist free. Buttons scattered. In seconds, I was lying bare beneath him.
A few careless words were all it took to tear open my past and grind whatever dignity I had left into the floor.
I lifted my chin and looked straight at him. Everything I once loved had curdled into hate.
“Harrison,” I said, cold and clear, “I want a divorce.”
He let out a low, mocking laugh. His fingers slid from my chest, down between my legs, and came away slick.
“Sienna,” he murmured, “are you sure you can bear that?”
“You schemed for years to get here. And now you want to walk away from everything you fought for?”
I couldn’t speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, all that would come out was something broken.
When he pushed into me, it felt like a wave crashing down, swallowing every scrap of resistance. He was too strong, too familiar with my body. Pinned beneath him, I had no strength left to fight.
Worse, he knew exactly how to pull desire out of me.
I don’t know how many times I came. I only know that when it was over, I was too exhausted to move.
He straightened, his face as cold as ever. “Don’t make me lose interest in your body too.”
He picked up his suit jacket and said over his shoulder, “You love money so much. A comfortable life. Raising my son should make you happy.”
I snatched the pillow beside me and hurled it at him. Tears streamed down my face.
“Harrison,” I sobbed, “you bastard. How can you humiliate me like this…”
My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Luna Reed.
“Luna,” I said, voice trembling, “I want a divorce.”
“Can you help me find a lawyer?”
After I hung up, I sat there all night, every memory replaying like punishment.
When I first met Harrison, I was still Miss Price. My mother hadn’t been broken yet, not by what came after, and he was just an ordinary employee.
I fell for him at first sight. I chased him for a long time.
The next time we met, I’d already been thrown out of The Price Family. I went to a bar to drink myself numb.
He was there alone, drinking in silence. I slid onto the stool beside him.
“Want company?” I asked.
He looked at me and kissed me.
That was when I truly lost myself.
A month later, I found out I was pregnant.
That was also when I learned who Harrison really was: the only heir of The Blackwood Family.
He looked at me and said, “Let’s get married.”
After the wedding, we were sweet like any newlyweds. For a while, I almost forgot we’d married because of the baby.
Then, one month later, everything shattered. The day we got back from our honeymoon, Harrison received my medical report.
I wasn’t pregnant.