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

Chapter 2

Sienna’s POV

The streetlights blurred into streaks of gold as I sped down the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My heart was still hammering in my chest, the echoes of Devon’s cruel words playing over and over in my mind.

"I never loved you."

"You were just convenient."

I let out a choked sob, blinking furiously as hot tears streamed down my face. The betrayal burned in my throat, mixing with the sickening feeling in my stomach. I had given him everything—my time, my love, my trust. And he had tossed me aside like I was nothing.

My phone buzzed on the passenger seat. I ignored it at first, but it vibrated again, then again. I sniffled, reaching for it with a shaky hand.

Unknown Number.

For a moment, I hesitated. Then, pressing the speaker button, I croaked out, “Hello?”

A woman’s voice, crisp and professional, answered. “Good evening. Am I speaking with Mrs. Sienna Miller?”

My throat tightened. Mrs. Miller. The name felt foreign now. “Yes, who is this?”

“I’m calling from Evergreen Bank regarding an outstanding loan under your name. We wanted to remind you that your debt is due in three weeks, and we need you to arrange payment before the deadline.”

I frowned, my mind still hazy from everything that had happened. “Debt? I don’t have any debt.”

There was a pause. Then, the woman cleared her throat. “Ma’am, the loan was taken under your name. Your husband, Devon Miller, is listed as the secondary party.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

“The amount is one hundred million dollars.”

My heart stopped.

A choked sound left my throat. “You—you must be mistaken. That’s impossible.”

“The records are clear, ma’am. The loan was approved six months ago.”

Six months? That was before Devon started staying out late. Before the distance between us grew unbearable.

Had this been his plan all along? To use me as his financial scapegoat before throwing me away?

My head spun, my fingers trembling against the wheel.

“You… you expect me to pay this?” I whispered.

“The payment is due in three weeks, Mrs. Miller,” the woman repeated. “We advise you to settle it before then to avoid legal action.”

And just like that, she hung up.

I stared at my phone, my vision swimming. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

Devon had done more than just betray me. He had ruined me.

I gasped for air, my pulse pounding in my ears. My hands were shaking so badly that the wheel slipped under my grip. My vision blurred—whether from my tears or the sheer weight pressure of the nightmare crashing down on me, I didn’t know.

And then, I saw it—too late.

The blinding headlights.

The deafening screech of tires.

The violent jolt as my car flipped through the air.

Glass shattered around me. My body jerked, my head slamming against something hard. Pain exploded in my skull, and for a moment, everything went silent.

The last thing I saw before darkness took over was the crushed front of a black Jeep, its driver slumped over the wheel, unconscious.

And then—nothing.

—

A soft beeping sound stirred me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyelids felt like lead, but somehow, I managed to force them open.

Bright. Everything was too bright.

I blinked slowly, trying to adjust. A strange ceiling. White. Sterile. The smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils.

Hospital.

I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my body, forcing a weak groan from my lips.

“Sienna?”

The voice was soft, warm. Feminine.

I turned my head ever so slightly, my muscles protesting the movement.

A woman sat beside my bed, watching me with wide eyes. She was dressed in elegant, expensive clothing—pearls around her neck, her hands adorned with rings. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, her dark eyes filled with something strange. Relief?

A gasp escaped her lips, and suddenly, she was out of her seat. “Doctor! She’s awake! Hurry!”

Moments later, the door burst open, and a doctor rushed in, followed by three nurses.

I barely registered their chatter as they checked my vitals, their voices a distant sound. I felt… empty.

“She’s responding well,” the doctor announced. “Her injuries have healed significantly. We were worried she wouldn’t wake up, but—”

“She’s awake,” the woman interrupted, her voice trembling. “That’s all that matters.”

She clutched her chest, turning away for a moment. Then, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“She’s awake,” she said into the receiver. A pause. Then, a choked laugh. “Yes. Yes, she’s okay. You need to come now.”

I watched her through hazy eyes, confusion swirling inside me.

The doctor finished his examination, giving a nod of approval. “You’ll need some rest, but you’re in the clear, Mrs.—”

I swallowed. “I’m not… Mrs. Miller anymore.”

Silence.

The woman turned back to me, her expression unreadable.

And then, before I could stop her, she stepped forward and—hugged me.

My entire body stiffened. Her embrace was warm, filled with something strange and unfamiliar.

Affection.

I pulled back, my throat dry. “Who… who are you?”

She blinked, looking almost… hurt.

And then she smiled. A small, wavering smile.

“I’m the one who’s been waiting for you,” she whispered.