BETRAYED BY MY EX, I BECAME HIS BOSS'S CONTRACT WIFE

Sienna’s POV The clock on the wall of the flower shop read 7:15 PM. I sighed, stretching my fingers after wrapping yet another bouquet for a last-minute customer. Today had been exhausting—Valentine’s Day rush had come and gone, but lovebirds still seemed determined to keep florists like me on our toes. “Sienna, you can head out now,” my boss, Mrs. Lane, called from the counter. “You’ve done enough for today.” I gave her a tired but grateful smile as I untied my apron. “Thanks, Mrs. Lane. See you tomorrow.” As I stepped outside, the cool evening air kissed my skin, an opposite feelings to the suffocating warmth of the shop. I reached into my bag for my phone, scrolling through my texts. My heart sank at the sight of the latest message from Devon. Devon: Pick up my dry cleaning before coming home. Don’t forget this time. No please, no thank you—just another order like always. I bit my lip, ignoring the creeping disappointment. It wasn’t the first time he sent curt messages like this. It didn’t matter. I did these things for him out of love. He worked hard, and the least I could do was make things easier for him. Shaking off the exhaustion, I stopped by a small café on the way to the dry cleaner and ordered two caramel lattes—one for myself and one for Devon. Maybe a little surprise would brighten his mood. By the time I reached FreshPress Laundry, the place was near closing. I hurried inside, the bell chiming above the door. Mr. Grant, the owner, looked up from his counter and smiled. “Ah, Mrs. Miller. Your husband’s suits are ready.” He handed me a neatly wrapped bundle, and I carefully balanced it with one arm while holding my coffee tray in the other. Just as I turned to leave, my fingers slipped, and I watched in horror as the latte tumbled forward, the cup’s lid popping off midair. A dark stain spread across the crisp white shirt at the top of the bundle. “Oh my God,” I gasped, my stomach twisting. Mr. Grant clicked his tongue, already reaching for the garment. “That’s gonna need another wash.” Panic shot through me. Devon would be furious. He had an important meeting tomorrow—he’d mentioned it over breakfast. “I’m so sorry,” I blurted. “Can you redo it? Please, I’ll pay extra. I just—” Mr. Grant sighed, glancing at the clock. “We’re closing soon, but I’ll have it done in thirty minutes.” Relief flooded me. “Thank you. I’ll wait.” As I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, my mind drifted. Three years of marriage, and I was still trying so hard. Running errands, making sure his meals were ready, being the perfect wife. I wanted to believe it meant something to him. When the clothes were finally ready, I clutched them tightly, smiling as I thanked Mr. Grant once more. By the time I arrived at our apartment complex, my arms ached from carrying the dry cleaning. I climbed the stairs slowly, exhaustion tugging at my limbs. But as I reached our door and lifted my hand to turn the knob, I froze. A sound. A soft moan. My brows furrowed. Maybe I had misheard. I pressed my ear to the door. Another moan. A woman’s moan. The blood in my veins turned to ice. For a moment, I stood there, unable to move, my heartbeat a painful thud against my ribs. No. It had to be a mistake. Maybe the TV was on. Maybe— The moan came again, louder this time, accompanied by a husky male voice murmuring something I couldn’t make out. Devon’s voice. I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall. The scene before me shattered everything. Hannah. My cousin. My childhood tormentor. The girl who made my school years a living nightmare. She was straddling my husband, her hands tangled in his hair, her lips swollen from his kisses. They both turned at the sound of my intrusion, but neither scrambled to cover themselves. Devon simply sat up, letting Hannah shift beside him, his expression unreadable. A hollow, ringing sound filled my ears. “What…?” My voice cracked, my throat too tight to form words. Hannah only smirked. “Took you long enough.” I barely registered the sting of her words. My gaze locked onto Devon, waiting—hoping—for denial, for regret, for something. But he just sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Guess there’s no point hiding it anymore.” Something sharp stabbed through my chest. “No point hiding it?” Hannah laughed, slipping off the bed, completely unashamed. She walked toward me, pausing just inches away. “Oh, Sienna. You really thought he loved you?” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Devon leaned back on his hands, his lips curling into a smirk. “I never loved you, Sienna.” The room tilted. “I married you to get closer to Hannah,” he continued casually, as if discussing the weather. “We’ve been together since our wedding night.” A strangled noise escaped me. My vision blurred, my mind refusing to process his words. Since our wedding night? “You… you’re lying,” I whispered. He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not. You were just convenient. An easy, desperate girl who would do anything for me.” A sharp, ugly laugh from Hannah. “And you did, didn’t you? Running errands, cooking, working extra shifts just to keep him happy. God, Sienna, you’ve always been so pathetic.” I stumbled back, bile rising in my throat. Devon stood, grabbing a folder from the nightstand and tossing it onto the bed. “I had these drawn up,” he said, gesturing to the papers inside. “Our divorce. I need you to sign them.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Consider this a blessing, Sienna,” he added, his voice sickeningly sweet. “You were always a burden to me. At least now, you can return to your wretched little life and leave me and Hannah in peace.” Tears burned at the edges of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My hands trembled, my entire world crumbling at my feet. For years, I had given this man my love, my trust, my everything. And now, he was throwing me away like trash. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. But one thing became crystal clear in that moment. I would never let him see me break. Not now. Not ever. I swallowed down the sob threatening to escape, lifted my chin, and met his gaze with steel in my eyes. And without another word, I turned and walked away. Away from the life I had once known. Away from the man who had never truly been mine. And toward the unknown future that awaited me.