Once again, I refused him. “I’m not feeling well.”

After being turned down repeatedly, Henry’s expression darkened.

“Sienna, don’t come begging me later,” he snapped.

Finally, he let go of my hand, his face cold as he stormed into the bathroom to "resolve things" on his own.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts raced endlessly.

The next morning, a knock at the door disrupted the silence.

Henry went to open it.

Standing at the door was none other than Sienna. He froze, completely stunned.

Sienna walked in as if it were her own home, casually saying, “Henry, why wasn’t the spare key under the doormat? I had to knock on the door.”

Then, with a playful smirk, she added, “I heard that old hag isn’t home, so I came to see you specifically.”

At her words, Henry tensed immediately. His gaze darted nervously between Sienna and me, who had just stepped out of the bedroom.

Sienna also noticed me. Her face turned pale, her nervousness written all over it.

“Lianna, I... I didn’t mean to—”

Before she could finish, Henry cut her off hastily. “Lianna, why are you back so early?”

Sienna looked completely confused.

Henry, however, continued his frantic explanations. “You should’ve told me you were coming back so I could have picked you up! Sienna is here today because she needed help with her calculus homework, that’s all.”

He even shot me a look, as if seeking my cooperation. “Right, Sienna?”

I stared at him, unmoving and silent.

Realizing something was off, Sienna’s eyes gleamed with shrewdness. She quickly adjusted her expression and played along.

“Surprise!” she said cheerfully, slipping her arm around Henry’s like a devoted wife.

Her demeanor screamed familiarity, as if she had been in this position forever. She didn’t deny the identity he thrust upon her; instead, she embraced it wholeheartedly.

Seeing her reaction, Henry visibly relaxed. He then glanced at me coldly.

“What are you standing there for? Go back to school.”

Sienna chimed in, pretending to be kind. “It’s too late now. Let Sienna stay in the guest room for the night.”

Her words settled the matter. Henry didn’t object, possibly out of guilt.

That night, he was unusually attentive to Sienna, even offering to wash her feet. He knelt by her side, tending to her like a servant.

Sienna reveled in the treatment, smirking at me with undisguised provocation.

When Henry finished and went to the bathroom to clean the basin, he brushed past me, lowering his voice to issue a warning. “Stay put tonight and don’t expose anything. If Lianna finds out, this ends between us.”

His words were like a dagger, cold and final.

After he left, Sienna looked at me smugly. “Looks like you’ll have to start calling me Mrs. Scott now. How does it feel? Does your heart ache watching him treat me like this?”

Her triumphant expression didn’t faze me. Instead, I responded calmly, “What do you think will happen if Henry regains his memory and realizes you’ve been lying to him?”

For a moment, panic flickered in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Gritting her teeth, she spat, “As long as I’m around, he’ll never recover his memory!”

Right then, Henry returned. Sienna instantly shifted her expression, becoming demure and sweet.

In the days that followed, I stayed at the house.

I didn’t go back to school, as there was no reason to.

Sienna, determined to humiliate me, didn’t chase me away.

Henry, as always, followed her lead.

During the day, I watched as Sienna clumsily imitated my mannerisms, trying to keep up the act. Her awkward performance amused me to no end.

At night, I lay in the guest room, listening to the deafening sounds from the master bedroom—creaking bed frames and Sienna’s exaggerated moans echoing through the walls.

I felt nothing.

Instead, I silently counted down the days until I could leave for good.

That night, in the dead of midnight, the house was suddenly engulfed in a fiery glow. A wave of heat surged from the kitchen, filling the air.

In an instant, the sounds of passion from the master bedroom came to an abrupt halt.

Sienna realized something and panicked. “The tonic I was making for you! I forgot to turn off the stove!”

Hearing this, Henry hurriedly dressed and grabbed Sienna’s hand. “Forget the soup! We need to get out of here!”

As he rushed toward the exit, he paused for a moment outside the guest room door.

Sienna grew uneasy. “Are you going to save Sienna?”

I wasn’t asleep, not with their shameless noises echoing like a cursed melody.

Through the crack in the door, my gaze met Henry’s.

For a moment, he clenched his jaw tightly, then looked away.

He answered Sienna without hesitation, “No. Even if she dies, I can always sponsor hundreds more like her.”

With that, Henry left decisively, dragging Sienna with him.

My expression remained unreadable, but Sienna’s face betrayed her discomfort.

After all, if Henry hadn’t lost his memory, she would have been the one left behind.

I didn’t panic, nor did I need Henry’s rescue.

After they fled, a team of people suddenly rushed in, equipped with the most advanced firefighting gear. They shielded me as they guided me safely out of the burning house.

Outside, they knelt before me. “Miss, we deeply apologize for arriving late!”

These were my mother’s people—loyal and ready to risk their lives to protect me.

I got into the car, resuming my rightful identity as the heiress of one of New York’s top elite families.

I gave a simple order to my bodyguards. “Let’s go. Leave this city behind.”

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Henry had inhaled too much smoke while protecting Sienna and fell unconscious.

When he finally woke up, Sienna was at his bedside, her face lit up with joy. “Henry, you’re awake!”

But unexpectedly, Henry’s bloodshot eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “Why are you here? Is Lianna okay?”

Sienna’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Henry... You’ve regained your memory?”

He ignored her, his voice rising with urgency. “I'm asking you, is Lianna safe?!”

His fury was like a wild beast ready to explode. Sienna had never seen him like this before and was too terrified to speak.

At that moment, the TV in the hospital room flickered to life, broadcasting the news.

The reporter’s voice was cold and clear:

“Last night, a fire broke out in an apartment on Fifth Avenue. According to authorities, three individuals were in the building at the time. Only two had escaped.”

“The third person, believed to have been abandoned by the others, was tragically consumed by the flames. Due to the late hour, firefighters were unable to respond in time.”

Every word stabbed into Henry like a blade.