So, Lance knew I was injured and hospitalized, yet he hadn’t bothered to visit me—not even once.
Driven by a bitter curiosity, I opened Lance’s social media. There, I found out that during my hospital stay, he had been busy with Maia—taking her to amusement parks, riding Ferris wheels, watching sunrises, trying on wedding gowns, and even proposing to her.
But when I checked it in my account, I saw nothing but a blank page. Clearly, he had blocked me.
My heart sank as I quietly blocked Lance in return. I also marked his messages on Howard's phone as unread. Without another word, I headed upstairs to the guest room.
Saying it didn’t hurt would’ve been a lie.
Alone under the covers, tears soaked my pillow as I drifted into a fitful sleep. But even in my dreams, Lance was mocking me, pointing at me and laughing.
“Sienna! You were just a fling. Why would I marry someone like you? A bedmate? An orphan? You think you’re worthy?”
Then the scene shifted with Howard and Maia standing together, then pushed me into an abyss.
I screamed as the dream shattered with the sound of thunder.
“Don’t be scared. I’m here,” a voice soothed.