CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 163: LET’S MAKE OUR SEPARATION DIGNIFIED

The room fell silent in an instant.

Caleb Sinclair stared at her in a daze. Previously at the hospital, Sienna Monroe had also talked about divorce; he was equally panicked then, equally afraid of losing her.

But somehow... it felt different this time.

"Sienna, believe me, there’s nothing between me and her. I just went to ask her for an explanation... I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d get upset, afraid you’d think of the past and be sad and hurt..."

But that was a hotel.

Even if the video was only a few seconds long, did they look like they had just had a fight?

Instead, they seemed like reluctant lovers bidding farewell.

Even he couldn’t convince himself with these words.

What kind of explanation needed to be sought at a hotel, with all the hugging and holding?

But Sienna interrupted him, her eyes tinged with deep pain, her voice trembling on the verge of breaking.

"When did she come back?"

Caleb was startled, opened his mouth, and replied hoarsely, "A couple of days ago..."

Sienna let out a pathetic laugh, "During the time she disappeared, you two were in contact all along, so as soon as she came back, you couldn’t wait to see her,

Or... were you the one hiding her? Caleb Sinclair, do you even have a heart?"

Caleb felt as if his heart was being corroded by strong acid, and he hurriedly grabbed her hand, "No, Sienna, believe me, she’s the one who harmed our child,

How could I possibly cover for her? Back then, Mom wanted to forcefully take her for an abortion to stand up for you, but she found out and ran away..."

"Don’t touch me!"

Sienna shook off his hand coldly, as if she’d touched something filthy.

She demanded, "She’s pregnant with your child, you want her to give birth to it, don’t you?"

Caleb shook his head, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse, "I never thought of letting her give birth to the child. Sienna... please don’t be like this. Believe me, ever since she caused your miscarriage, I’ve hated her to the bone,

The report today was definitely someone trying to exploit the situation, taking things out of context..."

The tears filling her eyes finally couldn’t hold back and fell down.

This marriage wasn’t just sad; it was ridiculous.

Her gaze at Caleb was filled with disappointment and despair, "When I miscarried, you seemed to say the same thing. You said Vivian Nash threatened you, and that you had no feelings for her,

You pushed me to that point, but I still chose to believe in you. I thought... I thought you had me in your heart, that after all our years together,

all the beauty and happiness, we wouldn’t end up like this,

But now? Caleb Sinclair, you personally tore apart this illusion, telling me that my life and marriage were all just jokes!"

She felt it wasn’t worth it for herself.

It wasn’t worth those so-called six years of youth.

As she spoke those last words, it was as if all the strength left her body, and her eyes, perhaps filled with sorrow, seemed incapable of feeling anger anymore.

It was as if she had quietly accepted this result, this ending.

She couldn’t see any hope.

Caleb’s whole heart felt like it was thrown into a shredder; with her every word, and that look of disappointment, it fell apart, the outline of the past visible but impossible to piece back together.

His eyes turned red, voice trembling, pleading desperately, "No! It’s not true! Sienna, we can be happy, just trust me one more time, just one last time?

I’ll make sure this is resolved, and I definitely won’t let Vivian Nash give birth to that child."

"Trust you? How can I trust you?"

Sienna gritted her teeth and asked back, letting tears slide down her cheeks, drip onto her knees and the back of her hands, as if making a significant decision.

"Let’s get a divorce; let’s end it here..."

Caleb, upon hearing this, shook his head in agitation, "No! Sienna, I don’t want a divorce, I..."

Sienna interrupted him, her voice gradually softening, as if she had lost much of her strength.

"I no longer want to pursue what position Vivian Nash holds in your heart, whether you want her to have the child, whether you’ve rekindled old feelings with her, none of that matters anymore.

A potted plant, if you overwater it, will wither, and our marriage now is like that potted plant. The harm it’s brought me is too much, not just from you and Vivian Nash, but also from your mother.

I’m exhausted, I don’t want to keep going in circles anymore, and I can’t even if I wanted to."

That last phrase was true.

She was indeed tired.

Especially during this time, though it was only a little over three months, she was trapped, fighting strategically, suffering both physically and emotionally.

For her, every day during this period was the darkest and most painful.

She was really too tired.

She wanted this final act to enter its closing phase.

Caleb looked at her, shaken, with red-rimmed eyes filled with fear and panic.

He dropped to his knees, hurriedly grasping her hand, speaking sincerely and earnestly, "Sienna, my heart has always belonged only to you, what I had with Vivian Nash was... it was just a pursuit of novelty,

How could she ever compare to you? Let’s both calm down, okay, I..."

Upon hearing this, Sienna’s expression became momentarily dazed before turning to anger, "You can really say that, it was just a pursuit of novelty? After being with her for so long, you sum it up with just that one sentence?"

She shook her head.

It seemed like a resigned acceptance.

In this wounded marriage, she could only resign herself.

Caleb choked out a cry, and eventually, he couldn’t help but break down in tears, "It’s not true... I was wrong, I really was wrong, Sienna, please don’t..."

"Caleb Sinclair, this is really quite pointless."

Sienna’s shoulders, which had been held high, slumped down as she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her voice low and somewhat lost, "After all, it’s been six years, Caleb Sinclair, let’s make our separation at least a little dignified, not too ugly, okay?"

Dignified?

Not too ugly?

Caleb felt as if a sponge was stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

It should be dignified.

But... he couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t bear to lose Sienna.

She was like the only lifeline he had left, like the last light in his otherwise dark life.

He couldn’t bear to let go, couldn’t let it extinguish.

The buzzing in his ears was suddenly interrupted by Sienna’s voice, "I will have the lawyer draft a divorce agreement, apart from the prenuptial agreement we signed, all current assets, I..."

"Lawyer?"

Those two words seemed like a needle piercing his nerves, jolting him back to reality.

His eyes, previously pleading, now turned slightly frigid, tears ceased to flow, as if a shadowy gloom was silently creeping up from the depths of his eyes.

"Are you going to Sebastian Prescott? Are you going to have him draft our divorce agreement?"