He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 113

A bastard.

The word hit Sienna's ears, and the cold wind of the parking lot instantly rushed down her collar.

Lucas froze, the air around him dropping to freezing temperatures. He was a split second away from throwing a punch, but he felt Sienna shift.

She stepped out from behind him.

The night breeze caught the loose strands of hair framing her face. There was no anger, no sorrow, not even a trace of humiliation to be found in her expression.

She just felt... that it was utterly absurd.

Beyond absurd.

She looked at the man in front of her, his handsome face twisted with a manic fire in his eyes, as if looking at a complete stranger.

This was the man she had loved for years, the man she had abandoned her dreams and nearly her life for.

Just to save face, he was willing to demean her, and demean the unborn child he had personally destroyed.

An overwhelming wave of exhaustion seeped into her bones, crushing her chest until she could barely breathe.

She didn't want to fight anymore.

Not for a single second.

If this was what it took to be rid of him forever, then so be it.

"Fine."

The single word drifted softly into the biting air.

The viciousness on Grant's face instantly shattered.

She looked at him with unwavering calm, her voice devoid of any emotion. "The baby wasn't yours."

Those words were a silent sledgehammer, smashing violently into Grant's chest. He could practically hear something fracturing inside his ribcage.

How was that possible...

How dare she...

He stared at her, desperately searching her placid features for any sign of a lie.

But there was nothing.

Only a terrifying, hollow silence that made his pulse race with panic.

Lucas hadn't expected Sienna to admit it so casually, and a profound, indescribable heartache flashed in his eyes.

How far did a woman have to be pushed to claim her own child wasn't the father's?

"Sienna, you're the one crossing the line!"

His emotions completely detonated, all his suppressed resentment, jealousy, and fury erupting like a volcano.

"You cheated on me, made a total fool of me, and got pregnant with another man's bastard! What right do you have to judge me?!"

Every syllable was an accusation, a pathetic excuse to justify the darkness in his own heart.

Lucas couldn't take it anymore.

The moment Grant spat the word "bastard," he moved.

"Bang!"

The heavy thud of flesh hitting bone echoed loudly through the empty parking lot.

There was no hesitation, no warning.

Just a fist loaded with explosive fury, smashing brutally into the left side of Grant's jaw.

The sheer force sent him staggering backward several steps before he crashed ungracefully onto the cold concrete.

But that was far from enough.