SIENNA'S POV.
I stared blankly at the documents that had occupied my mahogany office desk, the air tense and suffocating with every minutes passing by. I stood from the chair to rest on the wall beside the tall glass window of my corner office. I watched as the city ahead of me stretched before me in endless motion and drives but they feel so far away.
I crossed my hands over my chest. Shouldn't I be feeling some kind of way?
I should feel something, joy, relief, troubled or even fear? But all I felt was… numb.
I moved slightly to rest my forehead against the cool glass — at least it gave the comfort I wanted. My left hand grazed my belly through the silk of my blouse — Julian's words replaying in my head.
“We're married now, Sienna.“ the possessive tone almost creepy as it linge
