Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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Three years later, Sienna sat in the top-floor office of Hollis Group, gazing through the massive glass windows at the distant city skyline.
Something heavy seemed to be accumulating quietly in her heart.
Her fingers traced the phantom outline of a ring that had long vanished into the past—a ring that once symbolized her former life, a token of love and promises. Yet with life's relentless flow, time's current had swept it all away.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze settling on the folder lying on her desk.
Inside was a case file she'd recently received—a woman named Cersei Winters was requesting her to draft a divorce agreement.
The file contained a photograph where Cersei's smile once blazed bright as sunshine, her eyes holding a light that reminded Sienna of her own past love.
But now, that love had withered like dried petals, leaving only pale memories behind.
"She's going through all of this too," Sienna murmured to herself, her gaze sinking into deep contemplation.
The phone's ringtone shattered her reverie. Asher's voice came through, gentle yet firm:
"Sweetheart, let's go see that painting tonight and take Danielle with us. I know you're swamped, but it's been ages since we went out together."
Sienna closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to sort through the chaos in her mind.
Life always brought new challenges and choices when she least expected them.
In her world, love had once been profound, yet various unforeseen twists had made it complex and elusive.
She rose to her feet, looking out at the gradually dimming horizon. Perhaps true happiness wasn't found in past memories, but in the possibilities that still existed before her.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Cersei sat in her sprawling, empty mansion, staring at the photograph on her table, a flicker of deep loss crossing her eyes.
Louis's silhouette grew more distant by the day, and Violet—once just a stranger's name—now nestled in his arms, having claimed Cersei's place.
She'd once believed herself irreplaceable, the most special woman in his world. Now she could only watch helplessly as everything crumbled.
In the photograph, her smile with Louis still blazed brilliant, but now it looked like a betrayal of two separate lives.
She gripped the photo tighter, her fingertips ice-cold, mingling with the indescribable pain in her heart.
The divorce agreement—those words pressed down on her heart like a slab of iron, making each breath harder than the last.
Her eyes dimmed as memories flooded back of all the trust and devotion she'd given Louis. Once upon a time, she'd believed love could conquer everything.
Now that faith lay shattered against reality's harsh truth.
She took a deep breath and dialed that familiar number, hearing Sienna's voice on the other end.
"I've made my decision," Cersei said softly, a flash of coldness in her eyes. "I want a divorce. I can't endure this anymore."
"You're facing the same unbearable choice I once did," Sienna said quietly, as if speaking to her past self.
"We clicked from the moment we met, and I'll do everything I can to help you." Sienna steadied herself. "The divorce agreement I'm drafting has many clauses that favor you. If you're determined to end this, you won't lose anything."
"Are you absolutely certain?"
"Yes," Cersei's voice rang with determination. "It's all over. This is the only way to free myself—and him."
After hanging up, Cersei thought of Sienna's face. They'd met in a foreign country when Cersei was bravely chasing her dreams. That journey had forged them into close friends despite their brief acquaintance.
After returning home, she'd heard Sienna's story through Willow. That woman who'd been reborn from fate's torrents had probably faced the same impossible choices.
Her gaze grew distant as her thoughts drifted far away.
Something heavy seemed to be accumulating quietly in her heart.
Her fingers traced the phantom outline of a ring that had long vanished into the past—a ring that once symbolized her former life, a token of love and promises. Yet with life's relentless flow, time's current had swept it all away.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze settling on the folder lying on her desk.
Inside was a case file she'd recently received—a woman named Cersei Winters was requesting her to draft a divorce agreement.
The file contained a photograph where Cersei's smile once blazed bright as sunshine, her eyes holding a light that reminded Sienna of her own past love.
But now, that love had withered like dried petals, leaving only pale memories behind.
"She's going through all of this too," Sienna murmured to herself, her gaze sinking into deep contemplation.
The phone's ringtone shattered her reverie. Asher's voice came through, gentle yet firm:
"Sweetheart, let's go see that painting tonight and take Danielle with us. I know you're swamped, but it's been ages since we went out together."
Sienna closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to sort through the chaos in her mind.
Life always brought new challenges and choices when she least expected them.
In her world, love had once been profound, yet various unforeseen twists had made it complex and elusive.
She rose to her feet, looking out at the gradually dimming horizon. Perhaps true happiness wasn't found in past memories, but in the possibilities that still existed before her.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Cersei sat in her sprawling, empty mansion, staring at the photograph on her table, a flicker of deep loss crossing her eyes.
Louis's silhouette grew more distant by the day, and Violet—once just a stranger's name—now nestled in his arms, having claimed Cersei's place.
She'd once believed herself irreplaceable, the most special woman in his world. Now she could only watch helplessly as everything crumbled.
In the photograph, her smile with Louis still blazed brilliant, but now it looked like a betrayal of two separate lives.
She gripped the photo tighter, her fingertips ice-cold, mingling with the indescribable pain in her heart.
The divorce agreement—those words pressed down on her heart like a slab of iron, making each breath harder than the last.
Her eyes dimmed as memories flooded back of all the trust and devotion she'd given Louis. Once upon a time, she'd believed love could conquer everything.
Now that faith lay shattered against reality's harsh truth.
She took a deep breath and dialed that familiar number, hearing Sienna's voice on the other end.
"I've made my decision," Cersei said softly, a flash of coldness in her eyes. "I want a divorce. I can't endure this anymore."
"You're facing the same unbearable choice I once did," Sienna said quietly, as if speaking to her past self.
"We clicked from the moment we met, and I'll do everything I can to help you." Sienna steadied herself. "The divorce agreement I'm drafting has many clauses that favor you. If you're determined to end this, you won't lose anything."
"Are you absolutely certain?"
"Yes," Cersei's voice rang with determination. "It's all over. This is the only way to free myself—and him."
After hanging up, Cersei thought of Sienna's face. They'd met in a foreign country when Cersei was bravely chasing her dreams. That journey had forged them into close friends despite their brief acquaintance.
After returning home, she'd heard Sienna's story through Willow. That woman who'd been reborn from fate's torrents had probably faced the same impossible choices.
Her gaze grew distant as her thoughts drifted far away.
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