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Her instincts had been dead on; Zachary was intentionally provoking her.

He seemed to despise her facade of calm, desperate to push her into a hysterical breakdown, just like in the past.

Winona kept her spine rigidly straight, staring at him in utter silence.

The onlookers were equally stunned by his outrageous statement, entirely clueless as to what he was trying to achieve.

Sienna felt a sharp spike of anxiety, her lips pressing into a thin line as she looked down at Zachary.

Her fingers slowly curled into fists, sensing an impenetrable, suffocating tension between the two of them—a twisted dynamic of love and hate.

Love?

Was Zachary even capable of love?

What the hell was going through his head, and what was he planning to do?

She could never read his mind, which left her constantly on edge, terrified that her own feelings for him were entirely one-sided.

But over the past few years, they had been through so much together.

He had made every single one of her birthdays an extravagant spectacle, broadcasting to their entire social circle that she was his prized possession.

Yet, if she were being brutally honest with herself, he had never been this grandiose in the past.

It had only started after Winona left.

The extravagant fireworks that made every woman in their circle green with envy, the endless privileges granted solely to her—all of it had only begun after Winona walked away.

Sienna bit the inside of her cheek, sickened by the unsettling realization.

It was almost as if Zachary was intentionally flaunting his affection for her to the entire world.

Which meant Winona would inevitably see it, too.

Sienna’s heart dropped into her stomach, the thought striking her like a bolt of lightning.

But she quickly brushed the paranoia aside; if he actually cared about Winona, he never would have let her lose the baby.

That wasn't how love worked.

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