I yelled, "I said I won't marry you, don't you understand human language?"

Clayton took a deep breath in anger and repeated "Fine" three times. He threatened, "Sienna, remember what you said. Don't come crawling back to me one day!"

He hung up and I collapsed to the ground, completely drained. The scars I earned when I left the organization just to be with him still ached faintly. Yet in only six years, everything had changed.

The car I came in was driven away by his chauffeur. I had no choice but to walk three kilometers in the rain to the nearest hotel.

When I paid at the front desk, a notification popped up. Angelina had just posted a status.

It was tagged at a luxury hotel, with a photo of a candlelight dinner for two. The ground was covered in countless rose petals. The caption said: "They say the one unloved is the third party. Luckily, I met you first."

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. So, there had already been signs between them. I had just been lying to myself, refused to see it.

When we were in love, I'd pout and beg him to take me on dates. He said that was childish stuff, adults have adult lives.

I asked him to send me flowers, said I wanted to post them on social media. He said our happiness didn't need to be a performance for others.

But now, all of those "principles" disappeared in front of Angelina. Those times he looked down at his phone during our moments together... They all revealed his betrayal.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. At dawn, I checked out and headed straight to the Aiken Family villa.

I planned to pack up everything I owned and left them the space. The front door wasn't locked and I heard faint laughter inside. Clayton asked, "Did the baby move? He kicked me! Baby, it's Daddy!"

Angelina nestled in his arms, she giggled sweetly, "Oh stop, the baby's only two months along. He can't hear you."

He teased, "How could my baby be like everyone else? Of course he can hear. Let's not play with Mommy, Mommy's bad."

The moment I pushed open the door, the laughter stopped.

Angelina quickly stood up, completely flustered and said, "Sienna, you're back. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I can explain …"

I didn't even glance at her. My eyes were cold as I stared at Clayton and said, "Take off the wedding ring. I'll take all my things today."

As I reached to remove the ring, Clayton's expression darkened, he said, "What kind of attitude is that? Can't you hear Angelina talking to you? Is this how your father taught you to behave?"

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly and looked up at him with scorn and sneered, "So what? Just because she said sorry, I'm supposed to say it's fine?"

I added, "What exactly are you sorry for? You know it's shameless to seduce someone else's fiancé. You know what you did was disgraceful. You know you're a homewrecker who can't show her face in public!"

Clayton slammed the table and stood up suddenly, he roared, "Watch your mouth!"

Before I could respond, Angelina was already clutching her mouth, dry heaving, tears falling to the floor, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I thought I wouldn't live to the end of this year. That night I got drunk and ... and with Clayton ... I didn't expect a donor heart would suddenly appear, or I would never have done it."

She sobbed, "Please don't worry, once the baby's born, I'll give it to you to raise. I promise I won't appear again. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just don't want to affect your relationship with Clayton because of me ..."

By the time she finished, Angelina alreadt knelt before me. She cried like a weeping beauty, it was pitiful to the extreme.

Clayton's heart nearly broke. He rushed to protect her in his arms. Then he turned and glared at me furiously.

He said, "Are you happy now? The baby is only two months old and you won't be satisfied until you push Angelina to death? I found the heart donor, I arranged the surgery. If you have a problem, take it out on me, don't go insane at Angelina!"

I watched the two of them echoing each other's lines, I suddenly laughed.

My face full of mockery, while I said, "Right. It's all your fault. You forced her into bed, she didn't do a thing wrong. She knew she was dying, so she decided to enjoy herself with her best friend's man. You're so kind. So noble. You two are a perfect match!"

Clayton was enraged and lunged toward me, ready to strike.

After years of training kicked in, I dodged instinctively. But I lost balance and fell hard onto the steps.

Agony from an old wrist injury shot through me like a knife. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

Angelina came over, she pretended to help, but deliberately collapsed onto me to worsen the injury. I couldn't hold back a cry of pain.

Clayton sneered coldly, "You’re still pretending? I didn't even touch you!"

Angelina apologized meekly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ... Sienna, are you okay?"

I flung her away with all my strength, I yelled, "Spare me the act. I don't buy it!"

Clayton's patience ran out. His face turned completely cold.

He said coldly, "You don't know what's good for you. Angelina's upset because of you, now you're going to buy her medicine! If you don't get it right, don't even think about leaving! You owe her this!"

Clayton ignored my struggles and grabbed me by the neck and shoved me into the room.

I clenched my teeth against the seared pain in my wrist and pounded on the door. I shouted, "You're insane! Let me out! Clayton, you'll regret this!"

He didn't stop, he kicked the door hard from outside. He shouted, "You're the insane one! Not until you admit your fault, stay in there!" With that, there was silence beyond the door.

The pain in my nearly fractured wrist left me unable to move. In the darkness, training memories flooded my mind.

Clayton knew I was afraid of the dark. Countless nights, he had held me to sleep. When nightmares woke me, he had handed me calming medicine.

But now, he had locked me in this hell for another woman, with his own hands.

My strength drained. Tears silently slid down.

Laughter drifted from upstairs now and then. I heard Angelina said, "Clayton, Sienna's afraid of the dark ... maybe we should let it go today? I didn't even get hurt anyway."

Clayton didn't care, he sneered, "That's exactly why I picked the basement. If we don't teach her a hard lesson, she'll never learn. You've still got eight months until delivery. What if she bullies you while I'm away? Her temper needs to be broken."

Angelina giggled playfully and asked on purpose, "You're so annoyed with Sienna, then why you want to marry her in the first place?"

Clayton answered, "No choice. All the rich girls in our city have bad tempers. I heard Sienna trained overseas six years ago, she's more stable than the rest. That's the only reason I considered her."

After a pause, Clayton suddenly chuckled and added, "Oh right, she's trained, not delicate. She'll make a good nanny for you. That way, I don't have to worry."

Upstairs finally went quiet. My body grew colder, as if I'd been tossed into an endless ocean. No end in sight.

Six years ago, I met Clayton by accident during a mission.

Just as I was about to be discovered by bodyguards, he pulled me into a corner. His cold lips brushed mine and he deepened the kiss.

The bodyguards thought we were just a couple fooling around and walked away.

Under the dim light, he rubbed the scar in my palm. A rare trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

That fleeting warmth made me dazed for a moment.

I couldn't help but ask the question buried deep inside me, "You're not disgusted by it?"

He smiled and shook his head, "Why would I be? You're amazing, you're the most special woman I've ever met. Will we meet again? I really hope so."

Because of those words, I submitted a request to leave the organization after I returned. I endured cruel torture, I rolled over nail boards and had my limbs broken.

Half a year later, we met again at a banquet.

I was the eldest daughter of the Monroe Family, he was the heir of the Aiken Family. We naturally fell in love. And soon came the engagement between our families.

I thought I had found happiness for life. But I didn't expect to receive only lies. Only betrayal from the one I loved.

Everything my father and I suffered, Clayton will repay it tenfold, a hundredfold!

After two hours of rest, I recovered enough strength. I picked the lock with a hairpin and slipped back into the bedroom in the dark.

The moment the light came on, I froze. Everything that once belonged to me had been cleared out.

In its place were baby products filled the entire room. The walls were repainted a soft sky blue. The king-size bed was gone, replaced by a crib and rocking chair.

I turned to leave, but Angelina suddenly appeared at the door. She waved at me with a smile, "Sienna, are you looking for your things? Sorry, Clayton already converted this room into the nursery. He threw out a lot of junk during renovation, maybe you can try the trash bin?" She smiled proudly.

I stared coldly at her, I stepped closer with every word, "Stealing someone's secondhand man, does that make you proud? Angelina, I truly treated you as a friend, but today I finally see who you really are."

I added, "You know exactly where that heart came from. Do you really think clinging to Clayton means you've won it all?"

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, her smile faded. She pretended, "Sienna, what are you saying? I don't understand."

I sneered, "You don't? Then let me make it clear, whether or not you marry Clayton, anything I want back, I will take back at all costs! You could steal him only because I didn't care … But some things, you couldn't handle them even if you tried. That's my final warning to you!"

Having torn off her mask, Angelina stopped pretending. Her eyes turned vicious while said, "So what if I took your dad's heart? Do you have proof?"

"You say you don't want Clayton, but you hate me to death inside, don't you? Too bad! Hate all you want, you're destined to lose! I'm the woman Clayton truly loves!" As soon as she finished, her face changed dramatically.

She began to smashed everything in the room. After she heard footsteps approach, she suddenly threw herself on the floor and began to cried hysterically, "Sienna … even if you're angry, you shouldn't hit me … You said I was your best friend, how could you treat me like this …"

Clayton stormed in and pulled her into his arms. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.

He turned and kicked me hard in the chest. He shouted, "Angelina was kind enough to let you out and this is how you repay her? Sienna, you're beyond saving!"

I crashed into the crib with full force, until it collapsed. The pieces rained down on me.

I laughed bitterly, "I'm beyond saving? Clayton, do you even hear yourself? I'm not blind, I don't need you to tell me what's what!"

All I got in return was his furious roar, "Sienna, I know your father's death traumatized you. Before the wedding, let's just not see each other anymore!"