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

Chapter 4

Sienna’s POV

The moment Devon’s name left the butler’s lips, the air in the room shifted. My body tensed, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

Campbell didn’t react. Not visibly, at least. He simply turned to me, his steel-gray eyes assessing, calculating. “Shall we?”

I lifted my chin, forcing my expression into something unreadable. “Lead the way.”

He smirked as if amused by my composure, then strode out of the room with effortless authority. I followed, each step tightening the twist of anticipation in my stomach.

We emerged into the grand foyer, where Devon stood near the entrance, fidgeting. The man who had once held my heart looked smaller now, swallowed by the depth of Campbell’s world. He wore a crisp black suit, but it was ill-fitted—like he was trying to play a part in a world that no longer belonged to him.

The moment his eyes landed on me, he froze. His smugness vanished.

“Sienna…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

I let the silence stretch. Let him squirm.

Devon’s gaze flickered between me and Campbell, confusion etched across his face. “I—I heard you were awake, but I didn’t think—” He swallowed hard. “You look… different.”

I tilted my head, offering a polite, almost bored smile. “Three months in a coma will do that.”

Campbell’s presence beside me was steady, unwavering. “Is there a reason you’re standing in my house, Miller?” His voice was casual, but there was an underlying warning in his tone.

Devon straightened, glancing at Campbell before quickly lowering his gaze. He knew better than to challenge him.

“I was just—” He hesitated. “I wanted to see her.”

Campbell chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. “See her?” He turned slightly toward me, his expression unreadable. “What do you think, wife? Do you want to entertain your ex-husband?”

My stomach twisted at the way he said it. Wife. As if he was staking a claim.

I met Devon’s gaze, searching for… something. Guilt? Remorse? Regret?

He shifted uncomfortably under my stare. “Sienna, I—”

I held up a hand, cutting him off. “No.”

His brows furrowed. “No?”

I took a step forward, my voice steady. “I don’t want to hear whatever excuse you’ve rehearsed. You made your choice, Devon. You chose her.”

Devon flinched. “It wasn’t—”

Campbell sighed, clearly bored. “This is tedious. If you’re done groveling, get back to work.”

Devon’s face darkened, but he didn’t dare protest. Not here. Not against Campbell Nicholas.

As he turned to leave, I spoke again. “Devon.”

He stopped, glancing over his shoulder.

I smiled, slow and deliberate. “How does it feel?”

He blinked. “What?”

“To be standing in the house of the man you once idolized,” I mused. “To be his employee. To be beneath him.” I let the words sink in before adding, “To be beneath me.”

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He couldn’t.

Campbell chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. “Dismissed.”

Devon clenched his fists but turned on his heel and strode out.

The moment he was gone, I exhaled. My hands were trembling.

“Cold,” Campbell murmured beside me.

I turned to him, raising a brow. “You disapprove?”

A slow smirk spread across his lips. “On the contrary. I think I’m starting to enjoy being married to you.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small part of me—just the tiniest part—felt a spark of something unfamiliar.

Power.