Chapter 3

"Sienna!"

Chloe released Lachlan's hand and quickly walked toward me.

With an enthusiastic expression, she hooked her arm through mine. "What a coincidence! I happened to have time today to come back with Lachlan to visit his mother. I didn't expect you'd be here too."

Her clear eyes looked at me, seemingly innocent and harmless, but only I knew the hatred hidden beneath that beautiful gaze.

I pulled away from her hand without saying anything and tried to walk around her.

But Lachlan blocked my path.

"Sienna, what are you doing here?"

His questioning tone sounded from above my head. I looked up slightly, my gaze meeting the wariness and disgust on his face.

"Did you come to complain to Grandmother about Chloe and me again?

Or did you know we'd be here today and deliberately come over?"

"Sienna, I told you before, Chloe and I are just—"

"You're overthinking it."

I cut him off before he could finish.

Meeting those cold eyes of his, I no longer felt even the slightest heartache. "I'm not that childish."

I said calmly.

His expression showed obvious shock. His eyes stared at me intently.

Which made sense.

Since Chloe's return, what little remained of our feelings had taken a sharp nosedive.

Our arguments over Chloe had happened more than once or twice.

But now, I didn't want to continue anymore.

"I have things to do. I'll leave you to it."

Without bothering about his reaction, I turned and left without looking back.

Shortly after I left, my phone buzzed with messages from Chloe.

Several photos of her and Lachlan at the Foster estate.

And... a video.

In the video, Chloe sat close to Lachlan on the sofa. Lachlan's mother sat on one side, his sister on the other. They were all chatting happily.

Unlike the disgust she showed when seeing me, Lachlan's mother's face radiated genuine joy.

They looked intimate, like one family.

Which made sense—in the eyes of those Foster family members, wasn't Chloe the true daughter-in-law of the Foster family?

In the past, seeing these messages might have driven me crazy, made my heart unbearably painful, and I definitely would have called Lachlan to make a scene.

But now, my heart remained strangely calm.

I casually typed a few words: "You look good together. Congratulations."

Then I turned off my phone screen and ignored it.

That evening, Lachlan didn't come home as usual.

But I saw his scandal with Chloe on the news right on schedule: "Foster Corporation CEO Seen Entering Foster Family Estate with Famous Actress Chloe Warren—Wedding Bells Soon?"

In the photo, Chloe intimately held Lachlan's arm.

Lachlan gazed at her with affection.

The two looked absolutely perfect together.

The comment section was buzzing with discussion.

"Our girl looks so gorgeous! Mr. Foster is so handsome too!"

"These two are just too perfect together!"

"When is Mr. Foster going to propose to our girl? I can't wait to attend your wedding!!!"

...

Scrolling down, there was nothing but congratulations.

I didn't continue reading and exited the page.

Just as I was about to lie down and sleep, a call came in.

Seeing the caller ID, I froze.

It was from Lachlan's close friend.

But ever since I married Lachlan, he rarely introduced me to his friends, let alone invited me to their gatherings.

Why was he calling me now?

While I was thinking, my finger accidentally touched the screen and answered.

"Mrs. Foster, Lachlan's drunk. He's at Nightfall Bar. Can you come pick him up?"

"What?"

I was stunned. Shouldn't he be calling Chloe instead?

Logically, Chloe should be with him.

I tried calling back to ask more, but it showed no one was answering.

After thinking it over, I changed clothes and went out anyway.