Melody\u2019s expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and said smugly, \u201cYou only saw me fall\u2013you didn\u2019t see how worried Clay was. He rushed over immediately and carried me to the hospital. I wonder who has it harder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the point of you winning a war of words with me now? Tell me if you were the one who fell, would he even have spared you a glance?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna pressed her lips together and fell silent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She knew the answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clayton was obsessed with his pride and image. He was always going on about not embarrassing him. If she had fallen in public, he would probably have scolded her for being stupid and then stayed miles away from her, pretending not to know\u00a0<\/p>\n
her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Melody lightly brushed the loose strands of hair by her ear, a triumphant smile curving her red lips. \u201cClay even came to visit me on set yesterday. You were there, weren\u2019t you? I only coughed a few times and he was already worried sick. He immediately told someone to put an air purifier in my lounge.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you suddenly go mute? Got nothing to say?\u201d she mocked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s fingertips grew cold, but her expression remained calm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing this, Melody\u2019s smile deepened. \u201cSienna, a wise person knows when to yield. No matter how desperately you cling on, it\u2019s useless. You\u2019ve never had a place in his heart.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She paused, as if suddenly remembering something. \u201cOh, you don\u2019t know, do you? Back in your first year of high school, you painstakingly folded a thousand origami cranes and gave them to Clay as a birthday present, remember? He didn\u2019t even look at them. He tossed them straight into the storage room to gather dust.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s breath hitched. It felt as though something had lodged in her throat, leaving her unable to speak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course she knew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In those first few years after she met Clayton, she had foolishly found joy in giving him all sorts of gifts. He always accepted them coldly, and most of them were never even opened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Melody took obvious pleasure in how pale Sienna\u2019s face was. She continued twisting the knife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLater, when I went to his place, I thought those cranes were pretty interesting and asked him for them. He said they were useless trash, and I didn\u2019t believe him at first. But after I took them back, they just took up space, so I had someone throw\u00a0<\/p>\n
them away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut honestly, your cranes were really old\u2013fashioned. All you wrote inside were things like \u201cwish you peace and joy\u201d and \u201d may everything go smoothly\u201c-just a bunch of meaningless lines. I thought you\u2019d at least write some mushy love confessions.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna\u2019s fingers curled unconsciously into tight fists, bitterness and anger surging in her chest. It had taken her more than two whole months to fold those cranes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was afraid that writing love confessions would cross the line, yet also afraid that writing nothing at all wouldn\u2019t convey her feelings.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the end, she could only awkwardly copy down the simplest wishes, wishing him peace and joy and that everything would be smooth\u2013sailing for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was what youthful infatuation was like\u2013so cautious, yet aching to offer up one\u2019s entire heart. She would never be able to have such sincere, passionate feelings a second time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
X CLOSE\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, she only wished she could go back and slap some sense into that lovestruck version of herself. She couldn\u2019t believe she had exposed so many of her weaknesses to such a scumbag.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna took a deep breath and looked up at Melody, her lips tugging into a cold smile. \u201cDo you think I\u2019m shameless like you that I\u2019d write nauseating love letters? That was just an ordinary birthday gift. Since I gave it to him, he can give it to whoever he wants.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Foster, don\u2019t talk about accepting someone else\u2019s secondhand leftovers as if it\u2019s something glorious, much less act so arrogantly about being a mistress.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Melody\u2019s expression shifted slightly before she sneered. \u201cSienna, stop pretending you don\u2019t care. You\u2019re already talking about divorce. You keep calling me a mistress, but isn\u2019t that just because you couldn\u2019t keep him?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he cared about you even a little, how would I even exist? Why don\u2019t you be sensible and give up already? It\u2019d make things easier for us. Wouldn\u2019t that make everyone happy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna hadn\u2019t expected Clayton to be in such a hurry that he had already told Melody about their divorce. He told her not to make it public, yet he had leaked the news like a sieve himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sienna suddenly laughed, though the smile never reached her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you\u2019re so desperate to take my place, then go urge your Clay. Or better yet, go straight to the Hale family and see if they\u2019ll accept you. Why come and show off in front of me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one who\u2019s anxious is you, not me. Why should I do as you wish? For now, just behave yourself and be a good little mistress. When this part of your acting career gets dug up in the future, we\u2019ll see if you can still be this smug.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, Sienna forcefully bumped into Melody\u2019s shoulder and walked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Melody staggered half a step, her high heel twisting. The carefully crafted mask on her face finally cracked, revealing a dark, sullen fissure beneath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She got the divorce and bolted 87 Melody\u2019s expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and said […]<\/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-20161","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\/20161","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=20161"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20161\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}