“S… Sie… nna…”
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Vincent’s voice was barely audible, enough only to reach the two figures, who had sensed his presence and stopped.
Sienna jerked away from President Peter’s hold and draped the sheet to cover her nakedness, gaze locked on Vincent, who was struggling to breathe as tears ran freely down his face.
“Vi… nce,” she stuttered, shaking her head. “Vince… I can explain.”
Vincent didn’t seem to hear her. His mind was trying to process what he had done wrong to deserve such a sight-the woman he cherished more than his own existence betraying him so cruelly by cheating on him.
The janitor’s words echoed in his head.
‘The CEO is dating a woman he visits once in a while when he’s in the country. She mostly covers her face, but I caught a glimpse of it… and that woman looks exactly like the one who visited you two days ago.’
Vincent had thought Mr. Will was mistaken, but when Sienna lied about being at home while her location said otherwise, he knew something was up.
He prayed he was wrong. He desperately wanted this to be a nightmare, that Sienna wasn’t really in another man’s bed. If he had heard it from someone else, he would have shouted that he trusted the woman he’d loved for three years.
He trusted the woman he swore to have a future and kids with… but all of that was just a bitter lie that punched his gut in the most brutal way.
He saw everything himself.
He had so much to say, but none of it came out. He simply took a step backward, turning to leave. He didn’t want to hear any explanation or how long she had been betraying him.
He didn’t want to hear any of it.
He just wanted to leave, to get away from the space that made it hard for him to breathe.
“Vincent, wait! Babe!”
Sienna’s voice trailed after him. The moment he felt her hand touch his shoulder, he yanked it away hard, almost making her stumble to the floor, and shot her the coldest look ever.
“Don’t you f*cking touch me,” he warned in a low voice.
“Vincent, I’m sorry… I was going to tell you, but… I just couldn’t… please, just hear me out…”
“Fck!!” Vincent ran his fingers through his hair, his anger intensifying. She shouldn’t have stopped… she shouldn’t have fcking stopped him.
“Hear you out? What the fck do you want me to hear, Sienna?! What?! How you spread your legs and enjoyed how other men fcked you like a whore? You f*cking bitch!!!” Vincent slammed his fist hard on the wall… the thud sent fear into Sienna.
“What else did you want?! What else did I not do for you?!!” he yelled, his pain, anger, and sense of betrayal laced in his voice. It felt like a thousand pins, not only piercing his heart but ripping it in the cruelest way.
“I fcking loved you, Sienna! I cared for you! I gave you my time, my heart! I once left my sick sister unattended just to see you grow! What haven’t I given you? Money? Time? I fcking missed so many dance classes! I shared my secret, my world with you! What else do you f*cking want?! Why did you have to betray me like this?! Why?! Sienna, why?!” Even with the burn in his throat from yelling, Vincent didn’t care as hot tears streamed down his face.
He really thought she was the one. The one for him. Vincent had once been a flirty type like Klaus, though Klaus was worse than him. He didn’t sleep around with girls but only flirted with them.
That stopped when he met Sienna, the woman he believed brought light into his life. They shared so much together; many were jealous of their relationship.
She was the woman he dreamed of. He never thought a day like this would come.
Out of anger, Vincent’s hand reached for the glass jug he saw and swept it to the floor, as if the crash sound would ease his pain. But it didn’t.
Sensing the situation might turn dangerous, Peter, who had been silent, stepped up and stood before Sienna. He shot a glare at Vincent.
“Are you planning to hurt her?” he asked, while Vincent let out a mocking laugh to himself.
Peter turned to Sienna, his voice soft. “You should have told him a long time ago, Sienna, but you dragged it on. Now look, he just interrupted our moment.”
“What the f*ck did you just say?” Vincent shot him a glare. He knew Sienna was his girl, yet Peter kept seeing her.
Sienna stepped before him, “I wanted to tell you about Mr. President and me… but I wanted it to be after your dance show.” Her eyes met his, the remorse that was there before slowly disappearing. “You ask why I’m doing this?” She paused. “It’s because I’m tired of you, Vincent. It’s because I can’t stand it anymore, you’re always everywhere, making it hard for me.
I dated you back then because you were famous. I was dared by my friends to date you, and I did. I thought, since you were a flirt, that one day you’d break up with me and go to another girl… but you didn’t. You call and text too much, without giving me a break. You’re just too much, Vince. And you made me tired of you. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. You’re a good guy but…”
“Did you ever love me?” Vincent cut her off with his question. He still couldn’t believe he was still here, listening to this crap, but his feet somehow kept still. Deep down, he wanted to hear it.
“Okay, that’s enough… she told you the reason already. You need to take heart, Vincent. Tomorrow is the dance show and you need to…” Peter made a terrible mistake by grabbing Vincent’s shirt, intending to push him away.
Vincent’s bloodlust kicked in; Sienna saw it in his eyes too, but before she could stop him, it was too late.
Vincent’s fist flew hard to Peter’s jaw, a sickening crack echoing in the air, breaking the jaw. Vincent caught his collar and sent another blow to his nose, breaking that too.
Peter fell, and Vincent climbed on top of him, fist raised. Peter tried to defend himself, but it was futile against the man who felt like destroying everything in his path, his gaze blinded by betrayal.
This was his boss, the one who could ruin his dancing reputation. He didn’t care.
“Vincent, stop!!” Sienna shouted, tears streaming down her face. “Security!”
He was going to kill him. He almost did if it wasn’t for the security guards who burst through the doors and dragged him away from Peter, who was now unconscious, blood pooling on the floor.
Vincent fought with the security men, channeling his anger into them too. One of them managed to hit his face, bursting his lip. It didn’t hurt… not one bit.
They had to call for backup. Vincent was going crazy. It took seven of them to finally bring him down to the floor, cuffing him while he struggled.
His eyes met Sienna’s, who looked at him with guilt and fear. He stopped struggling and broke down completely.
His anger turned into sadness, his heart torn in the harshest way as he let himself cry out. An ambulance was quickly called for Peter, the man bleeding profusely.
“I don’t deserve this,” he mumbled as they dragged him out like a criminal. Many who heard the chaos recorded him as he was led out. They were even surprised to see the blood on Vincent’s fists.
The receptionist who had attended to Vincent was among them, her eyes worriedly following him. She met Sienna’s gaze and roughly knew what was going on. This made her tear up.
Vincent didn’t mind that his reputation was getting tarnished so badly. And of course, he didn’t regret hitting that bastard, Peter.