KIERAN’S POV
I couldn't move. I stood paralyzed on the stairs, my hand squeezing the railing until the wood made a sound under the pressure.
"Clingy?" I mouthed the word, my brain stalling.
Grandmother looked from Sienna’s trembling shoulders to me, her eyes like chips of ice.
"Kieran," she snapped, cutting me off before I could even take a breath. "Is this how I raised you? To kick your bride out like a stray cat just because she sought your affection?"
"Grandma, it’s not like that," I said, finally finding my voice.
Sienna let out a small, broken sob. She hid her face deeper into my grandmother’s shoulder. "It’s okay, Grandma. I know he’s busy. I just... I didn't think he would find me so gross."
That word 'gross' hit me like a punch. It was a blatant lie. I didn't find h
