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

C Chapter 24

He froze, shock and hurt registering on his face as he processed my words. He hadn't expected me to choose Issca. His eyes softened, a flicker of sadness flashing across them, but I didn't care anymore. Issca didn't wait for further confrontation. Gently but firmly, he lifted me in his arms, careful of my injuries, and carried me away. As we left, Nathan's forlorn figure remained frozen in place, a man realizing too late what he had lost.

At the hospital, Issca stayed by my side, ensuring I was bandaged and taken care of. His presence was calming, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions Nathan had left in his wake. As the nurses cleaned my wounds, Issca held my hand, offering quiet reassurance. "You're safe now," he whispered. And for the first time in a long while, I believed it.

In the weeks that followed, the fallout from Sienna's downfall reverberated through every social circle. Her face was permanently disfigured, ruining any chance she had of returning to the spotlight. She became a laughingstock, her fame crumbled along with her career. Without her looks, she was nothing in the entertainment industry, and the weight of her debts soon led her to bankruptcy. No one would touch her now, and she had no one left to blame but herself.

Nathan, he had become a spectacle of his own. Every day, like clockwork,

reduced to a shadow of his

now gossiped about his fall

him without a glance. The Johnson Group had given my company work, and I did it because it was what we deserved, nothing more. Nathan's presence, hovering in the background, meant

in, reeking of alcohol, his appearance disheveled. His hair was a mess, his

was wrong... I know Sienna lied to me. I'll never

of that, Nathan. Sienna's finished. She's bankrupt, blacklisted, and barely scraping by. But none of this