Chapter Fourteen
(Sienna’s POV)
Adrian was still staring at the divorce papers.
The way he looked at them bothered me.
He should’ve been dismissive. He should’ve laughed at Nia’s arrogance, signed the documents, and moved on with the woman who had always belonged beside him.
Me.
Instead, he looked as if something had been ripped out of him.
I stood near his desk, watching the way his thumb pressed into the edge of the file. He wasn’t reading the file. He was staring at it with a hollow expression.
Her.
It was always Nia.
Jealousy slid through me, hot and vicious.
No.
Adrian Blackwood didn’t love Nia Caldwell.
He couldn’t.
Nia had always been good at making people pity her. The lost daughter. The poor orphan. The wronged wife. Every room bent toward her sadness eventually,
