The Wrong Woman

The next morning, Sienna sought out Clement to return his phone and jewelry. "I'm sorry, but I can't keep these. And I can't help you, either," she said calmly.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Clement sat with crossed legs. He frowned as he asked, "So you're refusing to settle Felix's debt or accept the money and the villa?"

Initially, Sienna accepted those gifts to keep Clement at bay while she strategized with Daniel on how to infiltrate Clement's inner circle. She wanted to gather crucial information for Daniel.

However, since Daniel disagreed with her approach, Sienna saw no reason to continue the facade.

"Clement, please consider letting Felix go. He's innocent. The gambling debt was a setup. Can we just let it go?" Sienna asked.

Clement erupted into laughter as if he'd heard the funniest joke ever.

Sienna knew her request was a long shot, but she kept her composure. "If you won't release Felix, I'll take legal action to protect our rights."

Clement flicked the ashes off his cigarette and sneered, "You got to pay up when you owe money. That's just how it goes. Gambling debts are no different. They have to be taken care of. Don't be so naive, miss."

"I recorded our conversation the first day we met. I'm reporting to the police and taking legal action against you. I'll deal with this gambling debt through proper legal channels," Sienna stated firmly before leaving.

Clement was stunned. He sat there, deep in thought, trying to remember what he might have said that could have been recorded.

Sienna rode her electric scooter down the wide road, the wind brushing against her. An intense feeling of emptiness washed over her as if her very soul had left her body.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Even though sunlight bathed her, she couldn't sense its warmth.

Gazing at her modest hometown, Sienna reflected on herself. She felt like her time with Daniel was nothing but a lovely dream.

In that dream, a charming, wealthy prince adored her deeply. He lavished her with tenderness, thoughtfulness, and romance.

But now, reality called her back from that illusion. She wasn't Cinderella. The Cinderella, who married the prince, existed only in fairy tales.

Sienna's eyes welled up with tears, blurring her vision. She stopped her electric scooter and rummaged through her bag for a tissue. Gently, she dabbed away the tears

streaming down her cheeks.

Even the simple act of breathing felt like a struggle, each breath sending a sharp pang through her chest.

She buried her face in her hands,Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

attempting to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. Eventually, as her breathing steadied and her tears ceased, she gathered herself and resumed her journey.

Half an hour later, she pulled up at Daniel's house. She stepped inside with a box and set it down on the coffee table.

"Daniel, I'm at your place. There's something I need to tell you. Could you possibly leave work early today?" Sienna texted.

She sank into the couch, her eyes wandering over his home. She knew deep down that this visit would likely be her last, and it caused her heart to ache with sorrow.

Letting out a sigh, she slumped against the cushions, her gaze unfocused as she stared into the distance.

After half an hour, the sound of a car pulling up outside grabbed Sienna's attention. Anxious, she rose from her seat and glanced toward the entrance.

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Before long, the door swung open, revealing Daniel. He walked in, looking dashing in his casual attire. His eyes conveyed tenderness, and his smile brimmed with affection.

Excitedly, he called out, "Sisi, you—"

His gaze landed on the box sitting on the coffee table, and his voice faltered abruptly.