1 To surprise my husband, I secretly scheduled an intimate rejuvenation surgery. But when the procedure was over, the area that was supposed to be a delicate pink was as black as charcoal. Furious, I confronted the surgeon. She just covered her mouth and giggled. “Oh, my apologies. I must have mixed up the lightening agent with the tanning solution.” “Besides,” she added, “you know how dark you were to begin with, right? What’s a little darker?” Rage boiled in my veins. I grabbed a stool, ready to smash it over her head. In the struggle, her phone fell to the floor. The screen lit up, and the wallpaper made me freeze. … Looking at her face again, I finally remembered. I had seen that same face on Wyatt’s phone screen once. He’d told me she was just some celebrity, a random wallpaper he’d picked. I had forced down the unease, telling myself not to be a jealous, suspicious wife. But it was clear now he’d been lying to me for a very long time. When Wyatt arrived, he rushed straight to Jenna, completely oblivious to me sitting in the corner of the room. He looked at her red, swollen cheek, his face a mixture of anger and concern. “Jenna, are you okay?” She burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, the picture of a wronged victim. They clung to each other, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect pair. It was such a picturesque scene that I almost forgot I was the man’s wife of ten years. Wyatt stroked Jenna’s face, his voice thick with fury. “Who did this to you?” Jenna glanced at me, and her sobs intensified. “Some old woman, in her thirties. I just made a tiny mistake, and she attacked me.” “Where is this old woman?” I set my water glass down, my eyes cold as I stared at his back. “Right here.” Wyatt must have been too consumed by anger, too heartbroken, to recognize the voice of the woman who had shared his bed for a decade. He spun around, his face a mask of rage, and only froze when he saw me. “What are you doing here?” “Wyatt, honey, you know this old woman?” Jenna asked, clinging to his arm as she sized me up. A complex expression crossed Wyatt’s face. After a moment of internal struggle, he finally introduced me. “This is my wife, Sienna.” “What? This old… this patient is your wife?” “Patient? Sienna, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” My lips tightened. I didn’t know how to answer. Admitting I’d gone behind my husband’s back for a procedure like this, all to please him, was humiliating. But Jenna had no such qualms. She eagerly explained everything. “She’s not sick. She was here for an intimate lightening procedure. Wyatt, it’s all my fault. I accidentally made her even darker. Do you think it will affect your… married life?” I gripped the hem of my shirt, a wave of shame and fury washing over me. Wyatt and I hadn’t been intimate in over a year. At first, he said he was too busy with work, too tired, that he’d lost his libido. To spark his interest, I bought all sorts of lingerie, trying everything I could think of to seduce him. But he was like a statue, completely unmoved, leaving me to feel like a clown putting on a pathetic show. Then, I thought of the cosmetic procedures all the women in my social circle were getting. After some research, I found this reputable clinic. I had hoped the surgery would fix things between us, but instead, I was met with this medical disaster. And now, it seemed my husband was having an affair with the surgeon responsible. Before I could demand an explanation, Wyatt spoke first. “What were you doing getting a procedure like that? At your age, are you trying to go out and fool around?” A sharp pain lanced through my chest. I stared at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?” “I asked why you would get such a trashy procedure. And did you hit Jenna?” A trashy procedure. I almost laughed. He walks in, embraces his mistress, shows zero concern for what she’s done to my body, and is completely consumed with defending her. He even had the audacity to mock my age in front of her. And then he accused me of being indecent. I smashed my water glass at his feet. Shards flew, one of them slicing Jenna’s ankle. “I am done with you both.” 2 Jenna let out a whimper, clutching the bleeding cut on her ankle. Wyatt panicked, about to call for a doctor. “It’s a scratch. It will heal in a minute. Wyatt, what are you so flustered about? Don’t you think you owe me an explanation? Who is she to you?” Jenna bit her lip, her eyes misty. She turned to me and bowed deeply. “Miss Miller, Wyatt and I are childhood sweethearts. We’ve known each other since we were kids. I just moved back from overseas a year ago.” “What happened today was truly an accident, but… I didn’t use that much tanning solution. You were already quite dark to begin with…” I raised my hand and slapped her, hard. “First, your professional negligence caused a medical accident.” “Second, you disclosed a patient’s private information without consent and then publicly shamed her body.” “Third, that man you’re clinging to is my husband.” “You cross me again, and I will slap you so hard your own mother won’t recognize you.” Jenna fell silent, looking like a frightened rabbit as she buried her face in Wyatt’s chest and cried. A moment later, the slap was returned. The wedding band on Wyatt’s finger, our wedding band, sliced a long, bloody gash next to my eye. His gaze was cold and furious. “Jenna already told you it was a mistake. It wasn’t on purpose. Can’t you show a little compassion?” “Sienna, are you going through menopause early?” I smiled, took a few steps back, grabbed a plastic chair, and charged, swinging it wildly at his head. Unfortunately, it was only plastic. It wouldn’t kill him. For our entire marriage, I had been the perfect wife: gentle, soft-spoken, accommodating. This was the first time Wyatt had ever seen me lose control. He was so stunned that he just stood there and took the blows. It was Jenna’s screaming and shaking that finally snapped him out of it. Wyatt snatched the chair from my hands, his eyes a mixture of shock and hurt. “You hit me?” “Didn’t you just hit me first?” He looked at the red handprint on my cheek and the cut by my eye, and it finally dawned on him what he had done. But before a flicker of guilt could even register, Jenna started gasping for air, clutching her chest. She claimed the shock had triggered a heart condition. Wyatt swept her into his arms and rushed out. As he passed me, his expression turned back to stone. “I only hit you because you hurt Jenna first. If anything happens to her heart, Sienna, I won’t let you get away with it.” The scene was painfully familiar. Years ago, I was kidnapped by one of his enemies, a time bomb strapped to my chest. He had said the exact same thing to the kidnapper. If anything happens to Sienna, I won’t let you get away with it. That was my first brush with death. The kidnapper left me in an abandoned warehouse. By the time Wyatt found me, there was less than a minute on the timer. I told him to run, but he refused. He held me and said if we were going to die, we’d die together. We kissed as the timer counted down, and in that moment, I knew my life had been worth living. With ten seconds left, we took a gamble and cut a random wire. It was the right one. From that day on, I gave him everything I had, without reservation. I thought our happiness would last a lifetime. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away. The sweeter the memory, the more bitter the present. I, Sienna Miller, would not be the pitiful woman who cried and begged her cheating husband to stay. When Wyatt came home, I was pruning flowers. He swept the vase off the table, shattering it. “Jenna almost didn’t make it. You are going to go and apologize to her.” “And if I don’t?” I sneered, thinking of her perfectly healthy complexion and terrible acting. My attitude enraged him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. “If you don’t, I will tell everyone about your little ‘rejuvenation’ surgery.” My pupils constricted. I stared into his eyes. There was no love there. Only a desperate need to protect another woman. “Wyatt, do you even love me at all anymore?” His gaze flickered, a strange emotion passing through his eyes. After a long moment, he let me go. “You were in the wrong. I’m just making you take responsibility for your actions.” The last ember of affection I held for our past died out. “Fine. I’ll go.” I pushed open the door to her hospital room. Jenna was lying in bed, looking frail and teary-eyed. When she saw Wyatt, she started sobbing. “Wyatt, I was so scared. I thought I’d never see you again.” He pulled her into his arms, his face full of concern. Seeing me, Jenna trembled with fear. “Miss Miller, are you going to hit me again?” I bowed deeply. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Vance. Although your medical error has permanently disfigured me, I shouldn’t have resorted to violence.” “And I shouldn’t have been jealous that you were embracing my husband. That was petty of me.” “I apologize for frightening you. I will cover all of your hospital bills and expenses.” My pitch-perfect, heartfelt apology completely disarmed her. 3 She snuggled into Wyatt’s arms and nodded magnanimously. “I forgive you, Miss Miller.” A flicker of pity crossed Wyatt’s face. “Jenna, you get some rest. I’ll take her home and then come back to stay with you.” I opened the door and walked out, my expression placid. Wyatt reached for my hand out of habit, but I pulled away. He froze for a second but said nothing. When we got home, I got out of the car. Wyatt called to me from the driver’s seat. “Sienna, let’s just put this behind us. As long as you don’t hurt Jenna again, I can forget what you did.” I didn’t look back. That night, a video shot to the top of the trending charts. In it, I was bowing and sincerely apologizing to Jenna. The internet exploded. 【WTF? A CEO’s wife is being bullied by a mistress like this? This is insane!】 【So a doctor messes up, and the patient has to apologize? What kind of backward world is this? Is this homewrecker the only person on her family tree?】 【And the husband doesn’t even stand up for his wife? He’s cuddling the other woman right in front of her! Scumbag and a slut, I hope they both rot!】 A tidal wave of hate crashed down on Jenna and Wyatt. I watched the reporters swarming the hospital entrance and smiled. I was never afraid of the surgery being exposed. I had been very careful in the hospital room, planting and retrieving a micro-camera with a few swift, seamless movements. My father-in-law’s call came before Wyatt’s. When I answered, I said nothing. After a long silence, I heard his weary, shame-filled sigh on the other end. “If you can’t bring yourself to say it, then I will.” I let out a soft laugh. “The deal we made all those years ago… it still stands, of course.” … Jenna lost her job. Not only was she blacklisted from the entire medical community, but she also became a public pariah. She threw a fit, threatening suicide. Wyatt, worried she might actually do it, brought her home to keep an eye on her. The moment she saw me, Jenna flew into a rage. “You set us up? You pretended to apologize just so you could film it and ruin my reputation online!” “Sienna, so what if you’re a little dark? You’ve always been dark! You’re just a slut with ugly, dark skin!” “Wyatt wouldn’t touch you even if you painted yourself pink! You look like a clown in that lingerie!” So, that’s how he talked about me to her. I looked at Wyatt. His expression was calm. “Jenna is upset. It’s normal for her to want to vent. People are trying to doxx her right now. I’m worried. I need you to…” “Let her stay. I don’t mind.” Wyatt and Jenna were both stunned. I was so calm, it was as if I hadn’t heard a word she’d said. That night, I knocked on Jenna’s door with a glass of water. Her eyes narrowed when she saw me. “Relax. It’s just some water.” I placed the glass on her nightstand. “I’m tired. Seeing how Wyatt protects you, both in public and in private… I know when I’m beat.” “Sienna, I don’t know how much of that is true, but you’re not stupid. You know you can’t win against me.” Jenna looked at the glass of water, a smug, triumphant gleam in her eyes. “Wyatt has loved me since we were kids. If I hadn’t gone abroad and broken his heart, he never would have married you. Do you know why he hasn’t touched you in over a year? Because I came back.” “He never even mentions you to me. He’s afraid it will upset me. But the day you came to my clinic, I knew exactly who you were.” “I mixed up the lightening agent and the tanning solution on purpose. It was a little lesson for you. Don’t be so possessive of another woman’s man! You should be the one to file for divorce!” I nodded, a look of profound sadness on my face, and returned to my room. That night, Wyatt and Jenna were at it for hours. The next morning, Wyatt went to the office, but Jenna didn’t get out of bed. I walked into her room, holding a small bottle, and gently tapped her cheek with my foot. Out like a log. It was evening when Jenna finally woke up. The sound of a mirror shattering and a piercing shriek came from her room. “Sienna! What did you do to me?!”
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