My Husband Refuses A Divorce

I Am Pregnant Riot (II)

Sienna’s eyes closed as she sniffed in the air of the luxury ‘Harper Media Studio,’ which stood in all its glory in front of her. “Beautiful.” Gawking eyes pierced into her very soul, but she was past caring as she walked with grace into her new workplace.

Her usual ‘housewife’ dressing style and hairstyle was long gone. Before, she dressed to be ‘unnoticed,’ but now it was different… it was a ‘final rebellion,’ a ‘final statement’ before she finally disappeared from the Harpers.

Sienna walked to the receptionist, giving a cocky smile as she pulled off her sunglasses. “Hi Genevieve, hope your boss informed you, we shouldn’t really have a problem now.” Remembering what this piece of s**t of a receptionist had done to her some years ago and how she had feared coming in here back… Sienna had been asked by Elder Mr. Harper to come help his cousin Vida deliver a package here, and she had gotten addressed like a ‘nobody’... not by the receptionist but ‘future Mrs. Harper’ Erica. But Sienna had never taken it as a sign of disrespect from Erica, but now it is. She had told Sienna indirectly that she had no right stepping into this company, taking the packages from her and asking the guards to trash them instead. And Sienna had remembered leaving like a sulking puppy.

“This place is for professionals. We don't allow delivery girls…” Sienna trailed off, repeating what the receptionist had told her even after knowing well she was the wife of their ‘young master’ who doesn't acknowledge her.

“Mrs. Harper…”

Sienna cut the receptionist off, hearing how those words came out stiff from her mouth. “We both know you don't want to call me that. Just call me Sienna, darling. I am not here as a Harper, I am here as an employee… Could you offer a guide?” The receptionist’s smile grew to a tight-lipped smile not reaching her eyes as she punched her fingers into the keyboard.

“Hi, Mrs. Harper, I would love to be your guide. I am Toby.” A trans female had walked up to her, his smile more genuine than every smile she had gotten upon reaching here, his heels quite high but he maintained a better composure than her. She returned the smile, following him.

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Sebastian ignored the phone ringing incessantly on his desk as he stared at the woman on the muted tabloid broadcast on the television. Graceful as she laughed softly with the gayish employee who irritated the s**t out of him, he had no idea how he had glared at those hands of his which couldn't stay on their own.

A knock came on his door, bringing his attention away from the TV screen. He turned it off immediately. “Come in.”

“Sir, Ms. Erica would like to talk to you. She tagged it as urgent, sir.” The man bowed slightly, a phone in his hand, and Sebastian urged him to hand it over.

“Er—”

“Se... Seb…” Choked sounds of sobs greeted his ears. “Why are you ignoring my calls? You said you were going to come to my birthday, and I’m doing the third birthday shoot without you…”

“I am busy. I’ll send someone, Erica.” More than business, he needed to keep an eye on Sienna. He could easily have someone do it so he could attend Erica’s birthday, but he somehow found himself stalking Sienna. She was not meant to be his business. Somehow he assured himself he wasn't stalking—he was just watching out for his seed growing in her. I don't like this.

“You would come for my night party, right Seb?”

“Hmm.” Then the line went dead before she could make another word. “I won’t be taking any more calls from anyone today.”

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The beauty of working here was that she didn’t need any introductions. Everyone already knew who she was—the secret wife of Sebastian Harper, as the headlines once called her.

She needed to meet Riot as soon as possible. It was drifting close to evening already. “I feel so drained, and you know I can't get myself familiarized with all this in a day. If you don't mind, I would love to continue from where we stopped tomorrow.”

“Oh, that's fine, Sienna.” She smiled, liking the way he had done away with ‘Mrs. Harper’ so quickly. He was so fun to be with… A friendship with a guy would be her recommendation anytime. She wouldn't get a girl where there is no trust—but jealousy, toxicity stay mostly in girl-to-girl friendships.

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Siena got to Dock 13.

It was quiet, just the soft sound from the water. “Hey…” she sighted Riot on one of the boats, this one looking a bit older. A serene smile spread across her lips as she raised her skirt up, stepping onto the rickety dock.

“Careful, you could have changed to something freer while coming here—that could make you trip.”

“I trust you not to let me.” She heaved a sigh, getting to him, with just a little space left between them. He spread his arm out for her and, just like the speed of lightning, she was almost jumping into his arms, snuggling deep into his broad chest.

“It has always felt better with you,” she whispered, and Riot’s hand stilled just above her hair, his chest beating so fast… the woman not knowing what the hug was doing to him. He wished he could just tell his supposed ‘best friend’ that everything had changed now. He wanted her away from Sebastian. He wanted something more than just being friends, and he hoped she would let him have that chance when she had finally divorced Sebastian.

The boat creaked gently beneath their weight as they both stayed still in that position, the light breeze tossing their hair, until Sienna finally pulled away.

“It’s just been days we met, but I was worried about you… Elsa told me you came to the club and he caused a ruckus an—”

“He’s my husband, he wouldn’t hurt me.” She sat down on the boat, patting the space next to her for him to do the same, failing to notice the expression that crossed his face after she had said that.

“But he has changed a lot. Why the sudden attention when you asked for a divorce… It’s all too fishy. He’s never looked at you because he has the woman he likes, and now he doesn’t just want to let you go. He could harm you now that his attention is on you. It makes me worried now with every day you spend with the Harpers.”

Sienna ruffled his hair, before she straightened the slight creases on his forehead.

“It’s not funny, Si.” He turned so they were looking at each other. “I could help with a lawyer if yours is not capable and w—”

“I am pregnant, Riot.”