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A sharp pain pierced her chest for a fraction of a second, but she looked up at Sienna's provocation and smiled. "Since he spoils you so much, you'd better coax him into taking you to the courthouse soon. Otherwise, you'll always just be the mistress hiding in the shadows."

With that, she slammed her foot on the gas.

Sienna was nearly thrown to the ground by the sudden acceleration. She stared at the departing car, her face twisting in cold fury.

Returning to her private hospital room, she checked online and saw that the backlash from her "fainting" had completely taken over the internet.

Grace Montgomery was quick to fan the flames, claiming that Winona had powerful backers working inside the TV station.

The insults were vile, but Sienna found them exhilarating. Her collapse was entirely faked, designed precisely to add fuel to the fire.

At this rate, Winona would be chased out of town with her tail between her legs in less than two months.

Her lips curled into a smirk. She couldn't wait to see how this bitch survived the nightmare ahead.

Winona arrived home and walked into the master bedroom. She opened the closet, but suddenly froze.

When she first moved in, she had split the closet perfectly down the middle—one side for her clothes, the other for Zachary's.

But Logan always brought in the newest seasonal collections for Zachary, many still with the tags on. Over time, Zachary's wardrobe was supposed to have taken over the space.

Yet, despite the massive size of the closet, Zachary's suits occupied barely a fifth of the space.

The rest of the closet was still dominated by her own clothes, looking exactly as she had left them. It was as if no one had touched her side at all.

In the past, Winona would have romanticized this, convincing herself it proved how much Zachary loved her. But now she understood—it was simply because he didn't care.

For the past three years, he probably hadn't even opened these doors. Every morning when he woke up, the clothes he needed were already laid out on the rack by the bed.

Winona quickly picked out a few of his casual outfits. Her memory was far too good; she recognized instantly that every piece of casual wear hanging there was something she had bought for him.

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