Sienna’s POV

The stark contrast between Damien’s luxurious office and the chaotic, soulless factory my bakery has become weighs heavily on me as I step inside. His workspace is a hallmark of elegance—glass walls soaring high, capturing the city skyline, and every detail whispering prosperity.

But today, I barely register it. I collapse into the plush leather chair opposite his desk, the exhaustion in my limbs mirroring the ache in my chest.

Damien ...