He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 132

"You snagged Lucas and suddenly forgot what you are? A piece of trash kicked out by the Gauthier family, parading around in another man's gifts—do you have no shame?"

Sienna took her time drying her hands with a paper towel before tossing it into the trash.

She turned around and met Lyla's eyes calmly. "Shame? Isn't that a bit of a luxury for a mistress who relies on stealing other people's work to climb the social ladder?"

"You!" Lyla's face twisted into an ugly snarl.

"Me what?"

Sienna took a step forward. Even though they were nearly the same height, her sheer presence completely dominated Lyla.

"Or have you just gotten addicted to playing the role of the dirty little secret?"

Trembling with rage, Lyla raised her hand, fully intending to slap her across the face.

But unexpectedly, Sienna morphed into a completely different person in the blink of an eye. All the icy sharpness vanished from her gaze, replaced by a devastating, almost theatrical display of fragile desperation.

"Lyla, I'm begging you..."

Her voice shook violently, as if it took every ounce of her strength just to force the words out.

Lyla froze in utter bewilderment.

"I'm begging you, please give him back to me," Sienna pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears that spilled over like broken strings of pearls.

"I know you two belong together, and Grant has always treated you better than he treated me. I tried so hard to let him go, to just step aside for both of you."

"I thought that by being with someone as incredible as Lucas, I could forget my love for him. But in the end, I realized no one could ever replace him in my heart."

"I love him..." Sienna sobbed, her tears splattering against the tiled floor.

Sienna gripped Lyla's arm with shocking strength, her fingers digging deep into the other woman's flesh.

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