CHAPTER 2
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LENA'S POV
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
The words still echoed in my head, playing on an endless loop.
“I’d like to formally introduce my fiancée—Sienna Hart.”
My older sister.
My husband had just announced his engagement to my older sister.
I sat frozen on the couch, my eyes locked on the television screen as the reporters cheered and cameras flashed. Leo looked so calm, so damn confident, standing beside her, his hand resting lightly on her waist. And Sienna—she looked radiant. Smug. Triumphant.
How could he do this to me?
The disbelief pounded in my skull, making it hard to think straight.
Leo has always been private about our relationship. He always refused to take me to public events and always brushed off rumors when people speculated that he might be married.
“It’s for your protection,” he’d always said. “I don’t want the media dragging you into my world.”
Had that been a lie?
Had he been hiding me so he could announce his affair with my sister?
I gripped my stomach, my knuckles turning white.
No.
No, there had to be another explanation.
Leo wasn’t stupid—he wouldn’t just erase our marriage in front of the entire world.
This had to be a publicity stunt.
That was it.
It had to be.
Maybe there was some kind of business deal, something forcing him to say this. Maybe Sienna had pressured him.
I swallowed hard, clinging to that fragile hope.
Leo would come home. He would explain everything.
I just had to wait.
Hours passed and I sat in the dimly lit living room, staring at the clock as it ticked away the seconds. My phone lay silent beside me—Leo hadn’t called.
I didn’t call him either because I wanted to believe that this was all a stunt.
I needed to believe in that.
Just when my exhaustion started to creep in, I heard the front door unlock.
I shot up from the couch, my heart racing.
He was finally home.
I rushed toward the entrance, ready to demand an explanation, ready to tell him the truth about our baby—And then I saw her.
My older sister Sienna.
Standing beside him, her arms looped around his like I wasn’t even there.
A slow, smug smile stretched across her lips as she took in my stunned expression.
“Oh, Lena,” she cooed, stepping inside like she owned the place. “You’re still here? I figured you’d have packed and left my house by now.”
My stomach twisted at her words.
“What are you talking about?” I gasped at her.
Sienna grinned at me. “Didn’t you watch the news sister? Leo and I are getting married so you need to leave our house immediately.”
The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out.
I turned to Leo, my hands trembling.
“Leo, please, ” I choked out, “please tell me this isn’t true.”
He sighed but he looked more like he was bored than anything.
“It’s true, Leo. I’m in love with your sister and I intend to marry her, so you better leave our house immediately.” He snapped and something inside me cracked.
“But you’re my f*****g husband Leo!” I shouted, my voice shaking. “You can’t just marry another woman when we are already married!”
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, as if I was the one being unreasonable. “We’ve been married for two years, Lena. Two years, and you haven’t produced a single child. You are barren and useless to me as a wife, just accept it and leave before I’m forced to throw you out on the streets myself.” He hissed.
I felt like I had been slapped.
“I’m barren and useless?” I whispered.
“Do you know how f*****g humiliating you are?” he continued coldly. “I married you because I thought that you might already be pregnant. And for two years, I waited. But you—” he exhaled sharply “—you couldn’t even give me a single child.”
My vision blurred with unshed tears.
“That’s not fair,” I whispered but Leo just rolled his eyes at me.
“Look Lena, let’s not be immature, and let us just do the reasonable thing by getting a divorce. My lawyer is already working on the divorce papers to end this stupid marriage we have. I’ll try to give you a little money for transportation, but I will be keeping your mother’s company and the house as payment for the years I wasted with you.” He snapped and my tears fell harder.
I wanted to scream that it wasn’t my fault. That I had tried. That I had prayed to give him everything he anted.
And then the memory of today’s hospital visit hit me.
I was already pregnant.
I could give him a child.
My lips parted and I was ready to tell him the good news but my sister cut me off—
“Oh, by the way,” Sienna cut in with satisfaction.
“Did I forget to tell you I’m pregnant for your husband?” Sienna giggled and I felt my head spin.
“W--What?” I stammered.
She placed a delicate hand over her stomach and beamed at me. “I’m pregnant for Leo. We are going to have Twins, actually. That’s something you could never give him.”
My heart slammed against my ribs, my mind struggling to catch up.
No.
This—this wasn’t happening. I refused to believe this.
I staggered back, gripping the wall for support.
“You—” my voice cracked, “you’re pregnant?”
Sienna's eyes gleamed. “Of course. Unlike you, I can actually give Leo what he wants.” I felt like I was about to pass out.
I turned to him, desperate, pleading for some kind of denial. Some kind of remorse.
I found nothing. He didn't give a damn. Just cold indifference.
The betrayal was like a hot knife to my chest. Leo had been lying to me.
He had been sleeping with her—my own sister—while I sat at home, waiting for him.
While I counted the minutes until he walked through the door, he had been f*****g her.
I saw it now.
I had seen them together, wrapped in each other’s arms.
I could see them laughing at me, mocking my stupidity, reveling in my blind faith. The humiliation and rage started to overcome me and my hands clenched into fists.
Sienna’s smirk just deepened.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me sister?”
She said the title in a way that I knew was mockery.
It was at that point that everything inside me finally snapped and I suddenly saw red.
Then before I could think, before I could stop myself, my hands shot forward—And I pushed her.
Sienna's smug expression twisted into shock as she stumbled backward. Her heel caught on the edge of the carpet.
And she fell—hard.
Her head slammed against the glass coffee table with a sickening crack. The room went silent and I immediately knew I f****d up.
But I couldn't help but stare.
Her body lay still, her golden hair splayed out like a halo.
She w
asn't moving.
No.
No, no, no, no.
“Sienna?” My voice was barely a whisper.
She didn’t move.
Fuck that s**t, I couldn’t move.
Oh my god.
What had I done?
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