Chapter 2

After an intense bout of vomiting that felt like it was turning her inside out, Sienna found herself in the hospital. “Doctor, what’s wrong with me?” she asked, nervously awaiting the test results.

The doctor didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, “Are you married?”

Sienna paused and nodded slowly. “Yes, I am.”

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a mother,” the doctor announced.

“What?” Sienna’s heart raced, her eyes wide with disbelief. The heatwave had been brutal, and for days she’d barely had an appetite. Occasionally, she’d even experienced nausea. She had thought it was just the summer heat or perhaps a stomach bug. Morning sickness? It would have been exciting news before last night.

Hesitantly, Sienna asked, “Are you sure? I mean, these things can be mistaken, right?”

“Mind telling me when your last period was?” the doctor asked.

Sienna did a quick mental calculation, her face paling. “It’s been about a week overdue.”

“Then that’s your answer,” the doctor shrugged, placing the test results before her. “Look, blood tests don’t lie. You are definitely pregnant.”

Sienna opened the report, her heart thumping as she read the bold print stamped “Early Pregnancy.” She abruptly shut her eyes, gripping the paper tightly. “Thanks, Doc.”

Stepping outside the hospital, the scorching sun beat down on her, stinging her eyes. She closed her eyes, whispering, “What do I do now?”

Sienna and Josiah had been married for less than two months. They hadn’t been physically intimate often, and their few encounters had been rushed. At first, she thought Josiah simply wasn’t interested. Truth be told, she wasn’t a big fan either—it always ended up hurting.

Now, the truth hit Sienna like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t against intimacy; he was against being intimate with her. Those few moments they’d shared were probably just for Miranda’s sake. But now she was pregnant—of all times. The shock was overwhelming, and she couldn’t think straight about what to do next, or even if she should keep the baby.

Sienna was only twenty, too young for such a huge decision. After hours of agonizing thoughts, she realized she had to talk to Josiah. After all, he was the father. Josiah was at the hospital; Yvette had suffered a miscarriage and was still under observation. To care for her, he had brought work into her hospital room.

When Sienna arrived, she was stopped at the entrance by Josiah’s bodyguards, Chester and James Lewis. “Mrs. Flynn, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. You can’t go in just yet.”

“Why not?” Sienna blinked, puzzled.

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“It’s Mr. Flynn’s orders,” Chester replied, trying to keep his tone soothing.

Josiah’s order? Is he worried I might cause trouble for Yvette, or is he just afraid Yvette would be upset if she sees me? Sienna lowered her head, feeling defeated and hopeless. She felt fragile, yet there was a stubborn streak in her.

Clenching her fists, she pleaded, “I won’t go in, but could you please tell him I need to see him? I have something really important to discuss.”

After a quick glance at Chester, James nodded and headed inside to deliver the message to Josiah.

“Not happening,” Josiah replied coldly, his indifference evident. With a sneer, he added, “Tell her to stay away from the hospital room. Disturb Yvette’s rest.”

“Okay, Mr. Flynn.” James headed back out and conveyed Josiah’s words to Sienna.

Sienna’s face drained of color. Her tightly clenched hands shook uncontrollably.

“You need to leave, Mrs. Flynn. Ms. Young could wake up at any moment. It wouldn’t be good if she sees you,” James added.

“I’m leaving now,” Sienna said, biting her lip so hard it drew blood, but she was oblivious to it.

As she stepped out of the surgical building, she hesitated—she couldn’t just walk away; tomorrow, she was flying out of the country. In a foreign place, she wouldn’t even know what to do. So, she stood there waiting for Josiah, convinced he would come out eventually. Seconds turned into minutes, and before she knew it, her legs felt numb. The sky grew darker, and soon, heavy rain began to pour.

Just when Sienna thought Josiah would spend the night there, he emerged. The soft glow of the lights highlighted his handsome features, making him look charming and distinguished as ever.

“Josiah!” Sienna called out, breaking into a run towards him.

Josiah frowned. “Tsk, stop her!”

“Yes, Mr. Flynn,” Chester replied, stepping forward to block Sienna’s path.

Unable to reach Josiah, Sienna called out, her voice tinged with urgency, “I have something really important to tell you, Josiah!”

But Josiah didn’t even glance her way. The driver pulled up to the steps, and Josiah walked directly to the car, opened the door, and slid in.

Sienna couldn’t believe it. She yelled, “Josiah, please! I really need to talk to you!”

But Josiah ignored her completely. He slammed the car door and told the driver, “Let’s go.”

Sienna’s eyes widened as the car pulled away. Suddenly, she found a burst of energy, pushed past Chester, and sprinted after the car.

“Josiah Flynn, stop! Please, just stop…” she cried, sprinting after the car with tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran so fast that the air felt like needles piercing her lungs.

But the car kept speeding away. When Sienna reached the entrance, her foot slipped, and she crashed hard to the ground, gasping in pain.

Inside the car, James looked back and said quietly, “Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Flynn fell…”

Josiah glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Sienna sprawled on the wet ground, soaked and covered in mud. He frowned for a moment, but quickly hardened his resolve.

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“It’s just a fall. She’s not made of glass—what’s the worst that can happen! Drive faster. I don’t want her to catch up and cause any trouble,” he said, his voice icy.

“Yes, Mr. Flynn.” James pressed down on the gas, and the car sped away.

Sienna watched in despair as the car shrank into the distance, her heart sinking with every second. She struggled to her feet, her arms and palms scraped, blood seeping out and mixing with the rainwater. A sharp pain hit her, like a knife stabbing through her. She closed her eyes, and her tears flowed freely, blending with the relentless downpour.

Back at Silver Beach, Sienna felt completely drained. She didn’t even bother to shower; she just collapsed onto the couch, still in her wet clothes. What else can I do? Who can I turn to for help? Sienna’s thoughts were spinning. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. She grabbed her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.

The ringing echoed in Sienna’s ears, and she held her breath, a flicker of hope lighting up inside her.

“Hello?” a woman’s voice answered.

Instantly, the spark in Sienna’s eyes dimmed.

“Hello? Who is this? Speak up,” the woman asked, her tone edged with annoyance. “If you don’t say something, I’m hanging up.” And with that, the call ended.

Sienna gripped her phone tightly and bit her lip, tears streaming down her cheeks—she felt so foolish for making that call. In frustration, she hurled the phone across the room and buried her face in a pillow.

The entire night blurred by. Sienna lost track of when she finally fell asleep, but when she woke up, her head throbbed painfully. The doorbell rang insistently, each chime grating on her nerves. Suddenly, the door swung open. Josiah stepped in, his handsome face shadowed with anger.