Chapter 22
Before I could react, she yanked me forward, pulling me toward the champagne tower. In an instant, the delicate glasses crashed to the floor, shattering in every direction. Champagne spilled like a river, mixing with shards of glass. Pain seared through me as the glass cut into my skin, but I was more shocked than hurt. Sienna let out a high–pitched cry, cradling her injured arm, drawing all eyes toward us.
Nathan rushed over, his face pale with concern. “What happened?” he demanded, his voice tight with worry as he helped Sienna to her feet first. His focus was entirely on her, not even glancing at me struggling to stand with glass lodged in my knee.
Sienna’s eyes welled up with crocodile tears as she clutched Nathan’s arm, wincing in exaggerated pain. “Nathan, don’t be angry with Doris,” she whimpered, playing the victim. flawlessly. “I know she didn’t mean it… It’s just–her son died, and she’s been so angry. I
understand why she’d take it out on me. I’m her sister. I’m the only one left to blame.”
The mention of Oliver–my son–made my blood boil. She had no right to use his memory to manipulate the situation. A surge of rage overtook me, and without thinking, I grabbed a shard of glass near me and threw it in Sienna’s direction.
Nathan moved swiftly, blocking it with his arm, wincing as it grazed him. His eyes turned cold, fury etched across his face. “Enough!” he snapped, his voice like ice. “I don’t care how much you’re hurting, Doris, but that’s no excuse for taking it out on Sienna!”
The betrayal In his tone stung, far more than any physical pain I was feeling. I stared at
in
him, disbelieving, as he chose to side with Sienna without a second thought. Her lie–so effortlessly spun–was enough for him to erase all the apologies and remorse he had shown.
me in recent days.
Sienna’s expression shifted as she saw Nathan turn against me. She gave me a look that said everything–victory, smugness, triumph. She had won, and she wanted me to know it. I watched her bask in the attention, her tear–filled eyes and innocent act convincing everyone around us.
Just then, Issca came out and reached out to hug the injured me.
Chapter 3
Disgruntled, Nathan yells at Issca. ‘What gives you the right to hold my woman!”
Issca looks at him coldly and without a word takes out her mobile phone.
I saw Issca take out her mobile phone, and my eyes lit up.
sm
He had just been near me. Did he record my conversation with Sienna?
Sienna’s face paled instantly when she saw it. She knew exactly what was coming.
Issca pressed play, and the audio from our earlier conversation filled the room. The sound. of her voice, dripping with malice, played out for everyone to hear. She confessed everything–her lies, her manipulation of Nathan, her disdain for him. The crowd around. us went silent, shock and disbelief hanging thick in the air.
Nathan’s expression shifted from confusion to anger as he listened. The words played back, each one a dagger that sliced through the trust he had once placed in her. His face contorted with a mix of rage and hurt, emotions flashing across his features as Sienna’s deception was laid bare for all to hear.
Sienna lunged over to me, pointing at me in anger and cursing, ‘Doris you bitch! You’ve been hooking up with this wild man for a long time, haven’t you!‘ She switched targets again and pointed woefully at Issca, ‘Did she order you to film me!!!‘
she screamed, her voice shrill with desperation.
Issca held me and took a few steps back, keeping the phone out of her reach.
“Oh, Sienna, it’s all thanks to you,” I said, my voice calm but sharp. “What’s the matter? Are you scared now?”
Nathan’s gaze, now filled with fury, locked onto Sienna. He had heard everything–every lie, every deceitful word she had spoken.
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