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She couldn't have imagined it. She truly couldn't fathom how a man as coldly restrained as Zachary Shaw could bring himself to cheat in this marital bed, a room overflowing with their shared history.

She took a deep breath, quickly shoving the clothes into the bag, and turned to leave without a second glance.

Naturally, she wasn't about to pack anything for Sienna.

Carrying the bag downstairs, she spotted a maid busy with chores. "Take this to the hospital for Zachary."

The massive villa only ever had two or three maids visible at any given time. The rest worked schedules deliberately arranged so they wouldn't cross paths with the employers.

Aside from the chef and Logan, the other staff members were currently outside tending to the gardens.

Hearing Winona's order, the maid quickly shook her head in panic. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm busy with my chores right now."

Winona frowned and went on to ask the three maids she could find. Not a single one was willing to deliver the bag.

They called her 'ma'am' to her face, yet blatantly refused her orders. It was agonizingly clear just how empty her title truly was.

Winona was so frustrated she almost laughed, but she couldn't even summon the energy to get angry. It was obvious these people viewed Sienna as the true lady of the house.

She pulled out her phone and hired a courier to run the errand.

The courier, a young guy, arrived at the hospital with the bag in hand. He knocked on the door. "Hello, Mr. Shaw. This is your delivery order."

He placed the bag down, maintaining a polite attitude. "I'll just leave this right here for you."

Zachary's gaze drifted to the bag. He said nothing.

The courier thought something might be wrong and quickly picked the bag back up. "Would you like to inspect it, sir?"

"No need."

His tone was frigid, and he looked away. "Thank you."

The courier hurriedly set the bag back down and scrambled out of the hospital room, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

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