His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 20

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Finally, free of Nathan's constant presence, I refilled my glass with red wine and stepped outside for some air, hoping to find a moment of peace before rejoining the reception. But as soon as I stepped into the cool evening air, I felt it-a piercing, vicious stare.

I looked up, and there she was. Sienna stood in the corner, her eyes locked on me with an expression of pure venom. She didn't say a word, but the malice in her gaze was unmistakable. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her jaw tight, as if she was barely holding back her rage. In the past, she was the only one who accompanied Nathan to attend such situations, but now Nathan was accompanying me, so of course she was angry.

Sienna walked towards me, her expression showing indifference, completely lacking the gentleness she usually has in front of Nathan.

Sienna's sharp voice cut through the noise of the party, dripping with disdain. "I didn't think you'd have the face to show up here. Nathan doesn't even like you, yet you keep hanging around him like a pest."

I felt the sting of her words but refused to let them faze me. "He didn't

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me here, Sienna. I got the

voice calm, steady. But Sienna

gives you the right? What makes you think you're good enough for Nathan? What

Why does everyone want to be around you? And most of all-why do you get to marry Nathan?" Her voice broke slightly, and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes. "But don't get too comfortable, because it won't last long. Between you and

I furrowed my brows. I hadn't realized just how deeply Sienna resented me. The

the world owed her something that it had given

was she talking about? *Mom and Dad love me?* Mom and

divorced, and I'd grown up thinking that Dad

spent years longing for Sienna, her perfect child. And Nathan-he'd always doted on her,

she needed.

was lost in her paranoia, and I

with someone so consumed by their bitterness. "Come on, Sienna," I said,

But Our