Sienna’s POV
It’s been days since I walked out of Nic’s life. Days since I chose to leave him, pretending as if what we shared had never existed. But the truth? I haven’t been able to move on. The memories—the laughter, the stolen moments, the warmth of his touch—still haunt me. Every time his name drifts through my mind, my chest aches. I won’t lie; it’s been unbearable.
Now I sit quietly in the corner of the living room of our new apartment. Life with Ryan , Janet, and Ann has been steady, almost peaceful. Janet insisted we travel abroad to start over, and so far, everything has gone well. My father didn’t come with us; he claimed he needed to stay behind to handle work, the divorce with Diana, and to keep watch from the shadows.
And then there was Ryan—a bright spark in our lives. Hi
