Sienna’s pov

The papers Lila left behind were scattered across my coffee table like shattered glass. Each bank statement, each legal document, each blurred photo of another woman, was a shard. They cut deep. My anger had hardened into a cold, sharp resolve. There was no more confusion. No more self doubt. Only fury.

I found his number in my phone. My thumb hovered over the call button. My hand shook, but not from fear. From a simmering rage that demanded release. I pressed it. It rang ...