Chapter 10\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 10\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s ears burned red. She couldn\u2019t stand Clayton\u2019s shameless teasing anymore and shoved him away. \u201cGet lost, you pervert!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton, however, used the momentum to pin her against the wardrobe door. His knee slid between her legs, and he grinned devilishly. \u201cWho was it that used to say it felt best in the bathroom?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was in the past!\u201d Sienna kicked his shin hard and finally broke free, heading straight for the bathroom. \u201cRight now, you\u2019re about as appealing as day-old meat to me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bathroom door slammed shut with a bang, followed by the sharp click of a lock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton stood in front of the mirror. What reflected back at him was a sharp-featured face and those cool yet deep dark eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His shirt collar hung slightly open, making his collarbones faintly visible. His Adam\u2019s apple shifted with each breath, carrying an almost ascetic allure. And yet, a rare trace of confusion flickered between his brows.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Sienna finally stepped out of the bathroom, she froze at the sight before her. Where the hell did she just walk into? A nightclub?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She instinctively took a step back in disbelief. Clayton was shirtless on the floor, doing push-ups. The muscles in his shoulders and back bulged, bathed in the warm glow of the wall lamp. For a moment, he looked like one of those outrageously expensive male escorts in a club.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2026\u201d Sienna choked. \u201cDid you switch careers to become a male stripper?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton pushed himself upright, breathing lightly. He dragged a hand across his sharply defined abs, looking completely unfazed. \u201cI\u2019m working out, so people won\u2019t say I\u2019m weak and need supplements.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna didn\u2019t quite believe him. It felt suspiciously like he was showing off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That suspicion was confirmed after Clayton finished showering. The belt of his black bathrobe hung loose, exposing most of his chest. A few droplets of water clung to his abs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What little self-control Sienna had left nearly packed its bags and ran away. She hid under the covers, avoiding the overly seductive scene. Her voice was muffled as she said, \u201cYou\u2019re sleeping on the couch tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Clayton pressed a knee down on the mattress and dragged her into his arms. \u201cThis is my room, and it\u2019s my bed.\u201d \u201cThen I\u2019ll sleep on the couch!\u201d Sienna tried to push him away, but he didn\u2019t budge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A burning hot hand suddenly slipped beneath her pajamas, fingers roaming over her skin. \u201cSo, you like the couch?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His breath fanned against her ear, sending a chill through her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna forced her self-control back, grabbed his wandering hand, and said calmly, \u201cClayton, we\u2019re getting divorced.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ve slept together countless times already. Suddenly, you\u2019re a prude?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He snorted, gripping her chin and forcing a kiss on her. His lips carried the fresh taste of mint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her thoughts suddenly drifted back to three years ago, right after they got married. She had assumed he would avoid her entirely and had prepared herself for a lonely marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, he had said, \u201cWe\u2019re already married. Not sleeping together would be a waste.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
So even without love, they never skipped their marital duties.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back then, she had lied to herself, believing she could warm this block of ice with her own body. But it was nothing more than self-deception.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 10\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, without warning, Sienna blew a sharp breath straight into his mouth. Clayton\u2019s cheeks puffed out as he choked, instinctively letting go of her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell is wrong with you?\u201d he shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just helping you catch your breath, Mr. Hale. Wouldn\u2019t want you to be too tired!\u201d Sienna wiped her swollen lips and smiled brightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had wanted to do that for a long time. Biting him was an option too, but Clayton might retaliate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The atmosphere cooled instantly. Clayton\u2019s expression darkened. \u201cDo you have to ruin the mood?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I don\u2019t ruin it now, when should I?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna buttoned her wrinkled nightshirt and repeated firmly, \u201cMr. Hale, we\u2019re getting divorced.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton dismissed it as her throwing a tantrum, not taking her seriously. \u201cWhat are you pretending for? Three years ago, weren\u2019t you the one who climbed into my bed, wanting me to sleep with you? Now, you\u2019re acting all pure and righteous?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was drunk that night.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna lifted her gaze and said seriously, \u201cBesides, I booked the room. You were the one who climbed into my bed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton\u2019s handsome features gradually turned cold. \u201cStop acting innocent. What about the alcohol? That had nothing to do with you either?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There it was again. For three years, Sienna had explained countless times, but he was convinced she and Samuel Stelton had set him up. She didn\u2019t love him enough to resort to something so despicable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna was tired. She sat up and stared straight into his eyes. Then, as if facing her execution, she asked seriously, \u201cClayton, did you ever love me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton gulped and said nothing. Silence flowed heavily between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna clenched the bedsheet, waiting quietly for an answer. If he just said that he had loved her, she was willing to crush her\u00a0<\/p>\n
pride and try again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the end, he said, \u201cI never loved you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Four simple words shattered every last hope. The light in Sienna\u2019s eyes dimmed bit by bit, but she didn\u2019t cry. She simply nodded lightly. \u201cThen let\u2019s get divorced with dignity.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton stood, tied his robe, grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand, and lit it. He turned his back to her as smoke curled\u00a0<\/p>\n
into the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does love even matter? Three years ago, you were the one so desperate to be my wife. Now, you say you want to divorce and expect everything to go your way. Do you think I\u2019m that easy to deal with? If we\u2019re separating, it\u2019ll be on my terms.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna felt as if she were being punished. She tested the waters, asking, \u201cThen when do you plan to do it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton took a drag of his cigarette, utterly indifferent. \u201cWhen I feel like it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His shameless answer enraged her, and she kicked him in the lower back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want to smoke, go outside. I don\u2019t want to die from your secondhand smoke. You also refuse to divorce me. Aren\u2019t you just trying to kill me slowly?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton looked irritated but didn\u2019t argue. He got up and went to the balcony to smoke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The night breeze carried the fresh scent of grass, clearing Sienna\u2019s head. She stared blankly ahead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room fell silent. Then Clayton\u2019s phone on the nightstand rang suddenly, the screen lighting up in glaring white. Sienna glanced over instinctively. It was Melody calling.<\/p>\n
She got the divorce and bolted 10 Chapter 10\u00a0 1\/3\u00a0 Chapter 10\u00a0 Sienna\u2019s ears burned red. She couldn\u2019t stand Clayton\u2019s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20084","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-she-got-the-divorce-and-bolted-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20084","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20084"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20084\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20084"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20084"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20084"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}