My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 270

The heavy office door clicked shut.

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Sienna arrived home and collapsed onto her bed, curling into a tight ball.

The curtains were drawn completely shut, throwing the entire room into suffocating darkness.

Her phone screen flared to life, then dimmed, over and over again.

She kept obsessively swiping through the photos she had secretly taken the night before—specifically the one where Sebastian had instinctively shielded Yolanda behind him.

His back was to the camera, so she couldn't see his face, but that sheer, protective instinct sliced through Sienna's heart like a jagged blade.

He had never protected her like that.

Never.

Sienna hurled her phone across the mattress, buried her face in the pillows, and sobbed until her shoulders convulsed.

It wasn't fair.

How could Sebastian do this to her?

Suddenly, a frantic knocking echoed from the bedroom door.

"Sienna? Are you in there?" Zelda's anxious voice called out.

Sienna didn't answer.

"Sienna, open the door. We need to talk," her mother pressed, sounding genuinely panicked.

Sienna dragged herself out of bed, trudged to the door, and pulled it open.

Zelda gasped at the sight of her daughter's violently swollen eyes. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

"Mom, Sebastian threw me away," Sienna choked out, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her cheeks.

Zelda froze for a second, then let out a heavy sigh, pulling her daughter into a tight embrace and gently rubbing her back.

"It's just a man. Pull yourself together, crying like this won't fix anything. I'll find you someone infinitely better."

"I don't want anyone else. I just want him." Sienna sobbed like a broken child. "Mom, I love him. I can't breathe without him."

Zelda fell silent, unable to find the right words.

She wanted her daughter to secure the Sullivan fortune more than anyone, but Sebastian had clearly moved on. Dragging this out was only going to ruin Sienna's reputation even further.

"Sienna, listen to me. Just let it go."

"No!" Sienna's head snapped up, a terrifying, unhinged obsession burning in her eyes. "Why should I be the one to back down? I'll never let this go!"

Zelda stared at the sheer madness radiating from her daughter, a cold knot forming in her stomach.

She remembered exactly how Sienna was as a little girl—if there was a toy she wanted, she had to have it. If someone told her no, she would scream, break things, and tear the house apart until they gave in.

She had grown older, learned how to hide it behind a pretty smile, but that vicious, relentless entitlement hadn't faded one bit.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Zelda asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Sienna didn't answer. She lowered her head and clenched her fists.

Her knuckles turned pure white as she forced herself to breathe through the suffocating wave of despair, the physical tension grounding her chaotic mind.

"I'm going to make sure neither of them ever finds peace," she whispered.