Chapter 01
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SIANNA MELENDREZ’s lips curved into a wider smile as she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror inside her bedroom condo. For a moment, she simply stood there, studying herself as if she needed reassurance that everything in her life was finally real.
She looked happy. Radiant, even.
Earlier that afternoon, she had called her fiancé, Wil Falcon, asking where he was. He had told her he was out for a meeting. Nothing unusual about that. Wil was always busy. That was part of what made him impressive—ambitious, driven, responsible.
Instead of questioning him, Sianna had decided to surprise him.
Wil had been staying in the house he had built for them, especially now that it was fully furnished. It was supposed to be the home where they would start their life together. The place where their future family would grow.
The thought alone made her heart swell.
The house stood inside an exclusive subdivision, one she had full access to. Even without Wil by her side, she could enter freely. They were engaged, after all. Just last week, Wil had put a ring on her finger, sealing the promise of forever.
Sianna felt like time had started moving too slowly ever since. She wanted to pull the days forward, impatient for the moment she could finally walk down the aisle and become Wil Falcon’s wife. After two years of being together, she was certain—he was the man for her.
Wil was understanding. Gentle. Sweet. A true gentleman.
He never pressured her into intimacy. He told her, again and again, that he was willing to wait until their wedding night. He knew she had no experience, and instead of rushing her, he treated it like something precious.
How could any woman not fall in love with him?
At twenty-seven, Sianna considered herself successful. She had a stable career as a real estate agent, one she worked hard for. Her future was already mapped out, and Wil was at the center of it.
Once they were married, she planned to leave her job. Wil held a high-ranking position at Falcon Group of Companies, and he assured her that he could provide for her and their future children without difficulty. He wanted her to stay home, to focus on building their family.
Sianna had no objections. In truth, she wanted that life too.
More than anything, she wanted a whole family—something she never had growing up. Her parents had separated early on, each starting new families of their own. She had grown up caught between broken promises and half-hearted visits.
She shook her head at the memory.
One promise she had made to herself long ago was that she would never repeat her parents’ mistakes. Her marriage would not end in separation. Her family would stay whole.
Satisfied with her reflection, Sianna grabbed her shoulder bag and headed out.
She imagined Wil’s surprised expression when he saw her. She even planned to cook for him. The house help only came once a week to clean and prepare meals, and she knew Wil often ate alone.
She did not contact him again.
She drove her own car, making it easy to reach the house—their house, soon enough.
Sianna parked a short distance away, across from an empty lot. She wanted to make sure Wil did not notice her car if he arrived while she was inside.
The gate was unlocked, which surprised her. She had a key in case it was locked, but today, she did not need it. She stepped inside freely.
Her unease began the moment she noticed the garage.
Three of Wil’s cars were parked inside.
She frowned. She was certain he had said he was out for a meeting. Commuting made no sense—especially on a coding day. That was the reason he owned multiple vehicles.
A strange tightness formed in her chest as she walked toward the front door.
The house was quiet when she stepped inside. Too quiet.
Her eyes drifted immediately to the staircase—and then she froze.
At the bottom of the stairs were two pairs of high-heeled shoes.
They were not hers.
Her breath stuttered. Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward the second floor. Her heart began to pound harder, faster, louder.
She swallowed and shook her head.
No.
This was nothing.
Wil would never bring another woman here. This was their home. The house they would live in once they were married.
He would never cheat on her.
Sianna took a deep breath and forced her feet to move, one step at a time, up the stairs.
She headed straight for the master bedroom—the room that was meant to be theirs.
As soon as she turned into the hallway, her lungs felt like they stopped working.
Clothes were scattered across the floor.
Men’s clothes. Women’s clothes.
No matter how many times she blinked, they remained there.
“N-no,” she whispered, her legs suddenly weak. Her head felt light, as if her sanity was slipping through her fingers.
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.
She had been too confident. Too trusting.
“Meeting,” she muttered bitterly, remembering Wil’s words earlier.
Her hand pressed against her chest as she moved closer to the master bedroom door. Her heart was beating so violently she was sure she could hear it echoing through the hall.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the doorknob.
She opened the door just a c***k—and then she heard it.
A woman’s moan.
The sound sliced through her.
Without thinking, Sianna pushed the door open fully.
The sight before her ripped the air from her lungs.
Wil was on top of a woman, thrusting relentlessly against her on the bed. Their bodies were bare, tangled together in complete shamelessness.
Sianna felt as if her soul left her body.
The woman beneath Wil moaned loudly, her face contorted in pleasure, her hands gripping his back as if she could not get enough.
The world tilted.
This was not a misunderstanding.
This was not a mistake.
This was betrayal in its purest form.
Her eyes blurred with tears, but even through the haze, she saw the woman’s face clearly.
And that was when the final blow landed.
The woman in Wil’s arms was not a stranger.
It was her stepsister.
Rose.
The pressure in Sianna’s chest tightened until it felt like it might crush her heart entirely.
What she was seeing was shameless. Disgusting. Unforgivable.
Her stepsister. Her fiancé. Entwined in betrayal.
Blood rushed violently to her head, her vision blurring at the edges as fury surged through her veins, hot and uncontrollable, ready to explode at any second.
“You’re disgusting!” she screamed, her voice ripping through the room as she stormed toward them.
Wil and Rose froze in shock, their faces draining of color the moment they realized she was there.
“Sianna!” Wil shouted.
She did not hesitate.
Sianna swung her bag with all her strength, slamming it into Wil’s back. The impact was solid, painful, and satisfying. He groaned as he scrambled to get off Rose, clumsy and panicked, completely exposed.
Sianna did not care.
She did not care about decency.
She did not care about shame.
She did not care that their nakedness was right in front of her.
“You’re both monsters!” she screamed.
She lunged forward and grabbed Rose by the hair, yanking hard until Rose shrieked in pain.
“You slut!” Sianna cried, rage shaking her entire body. “My fiancé, Rose? My fiancé? Were you that desperate? Were you running out of men to steal?!”
Rose wrapped the comforter around herself, trembling, while Wil nearly tripped over himself trying to retrieve his boxers from the hallway outside the room.
“Sianna! Y-you b***h! Stop it!” Rose sobbed, desperately trying to pry Sianna’s fingers from her scalp.
But nothing could stop Sianna now.
“You’re the b***h!” Sianna roared, delivering slap after slap to Rose’s face.
Rose was helpless beneath her, unable to stand, her hair a mess, her cheeks burning red from the blows.
Sianna was shaking with fury. How could Rose do this? How could she touch the man who was supposed to marry her?
“Sianna, stop!” Wil shouted as he grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Rose.
That was when her fury turned fully toward him.
She clawed at his chest, his arms, anywhere her nails could reach, not caring where she hit him.
“You’re revolting!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare touch me! You liar! A meeting? That’s what you called this? A meeting with that bastard?!”
“Sianna, stop it!” Wil pleaded.
But she did not stop.
She kicked him hard in the leg, pouring every ounce of her rage into the blow. The pain she felt inside was unbearable, and she needed them to feel even a fraction of it.
She slapped Wil across the face with all her strength. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and humiliating.
“I never imagined you could do this to me!” she cried, her voice breaking as she yanked the engagement ring off her finger.
“Sianna, no—” Wil reached for her.
She threw the ring straight at his face.
“There will be no wedding,” she said coldly.
“I’m sorry. I can explain—”
Wil’s words died in his throat when Sianna drove her knee upward, straight between his legs.
He collapsed to the floor with a strangled groan.
Sianna felt no pity.
No mercy.
She turned and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving behind shattered lies and broken vows.
As she stepped out of the house, she made a silent promise to herself.
She would never return.
And she would never, ever look back at Wil Falcon again.
Sianna walked out of the house like a ghost.
Her body moved, but her mind felt numb, disconnected, as if she was no longer fully inside herself. Tears streamed endlessly down her face, blurring her vision as she stumbled forward.
She felt hollow. Destroyed.
Words failed her. There was no way to explain the agony tearing her apart, no way to describe how violently her world had just collapsed.
She had always believed stories of cheating only happened in movies, in gossip columns, on social media posts she scrolled past without much thought.
She had never imagined it happening to her.
Not to her. Not now. Not when she was weeks away from marrying Wil.
She stopped walking when she reached the area where Wil’s luxury cars were parked.
Her tears slowed. Her chest burned.
She scanned her surroundings through blurry eyes until she spotted a pile of stones nearby. Without hesitation, she walked toward them and picked up two.
The first stone flew through the air and smashed against the windshield of Wil’s car.
The sound was explosive.
Glass cracked violently.
Something inside her snapped.
She grabbed more stones, hurling them one after another, targeting every windshield she could see. With each throw, she released a scream she did not know she had been holding inside.
She lifted a large potted plant and threw it with all her strength. The pot shattered on impact, soil scattering across the pavement.
She did not care if Wil got angry.
He could laugh at her destruction and it still would not compare to the pain he inflicted on her heart.
She picked up a jagged shard from the broken pot, the sharpest piece she could find.
With reckless fury, she dragged it across the sides of his cars, scratching deep lines into the paint.
Every car. No mercy.
She carved a single word into the metal.
CHEATER!
She knew how much those cars meant to him.
“Sianna! What the hell are you doing?!” Wil shouted, stumbling out of the house in shock.
He froze when he saw the object in her hand, too afraid to approach.
Sianna turned slowly to face him, her eyes cold, empty, terrifying.
“What did you say?” she asked quietly. “What the hell am I doing?”
Wil stepped back as she moved closer.
“Sianna—”
“Do you want me to kill you right now, Wil?”
His face turned pale.
The rage radiating from her was real, dangerous, unfiltered.
“I was faithful to you,” she said, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “And this is what you did to me? In that house?”
“S-Sianna, put that down,” he begged.
Her grip tightened.
“You made a fool out of me.”
She watched as Wil turned and ran back inside the house.
Locked the door.
Fear replaced rage with bitter clarity.
So this was the man she loved.
A coward.
In blind fury, she grabbed a large stone and hurled it with all her strength at the glass wall of the house.
The impact was deafening.
The glass wall shattered completely, fragments raining down between the first and second floors.
For the first time since everything began, Sianna felt satisfied.
She shook her hands, dusted them off, and walked away as if nothing had happened.
It was not enough. She knew that. But at least she had released some of the pain crushing her chest.
When she finally sat inside her car, she stared blankly at the steering wheel, her thoughts chaotic, fractured.
Every time the image of Wil and Rose flashed in her mind, her head felt like it might explode.
“Don’t cry over a worthless man,” she told herself harshly as her eyes burned.
But she was still human.
The sobs broke free.
She allowed herself to cry—loud, broken, and unrestrained.
She gave herself this day to grieve. To mourn the heart Wil destroyed without mercy.
Tomorrow, she would survive.
Even if it hurt like hell.
- Writer
