The Wrong Woman

Sienna was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. She rummaged through drawers, hastily grabbing socks and underwear before shutting them abruptly and leaving in a rush.

An impulse to flee consumed her. She pushed the thought away, trying to distract herself. But the more she tried, the more she felt a painful prick in her heart.

Upon her return to the hospital ward, Daniel was already asleep. She carefully set down the duffel bag and sat on the bedside, watching over him.

Her eyes followed the slow drip of the IV, then drifted to his handsome, peaceful face. A tinge of sadness welled up within her.

Sienna couldn't comprehend why Daniel would cling to the ring Vivian had given him, even after the harm she had repeatedly inflicted on him.

Vivian had endangered Daniel's life before, and now she was causing him further suffering. Why did he still harbor feelings for her?

The more Sienna dwelled on it, the deeper her sorrow grew. Leaning against the bedside, she reached out instinctively to Daniel's hand, her movements gentle and deliberate as she intertwined her fingers with his.

A profound emptiness consumed her, leaving her feeling utterly insecure. She dreaded the possibility that Daniel might still hold affection for Vivian.

opened his

spread across his face. He hadn't expected her to return after

and happiness, Daniel squeezed Sienna's hand tighter, feeling her presence soothing in the quiet hospital room. The sufferings he endured

the hospital.

changed into the clothes Sienna had

escorted her home. Along the way, Daniel

alley outside her building, the dim yellow

down and murmured, "I'm

taking hold of her arm and

all right? You've seemed down since we left the hospital. Is there something on your mind?" With her cheek pressed against

sure everything's

"Yeah, I'm fine."

you need to tell me straight up. Keeping it inside will only

Sienna hummed in response.