He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 186

It was happening again!

That same dismissive attitude, shutting him out from a thousand miles away!

He had swallowed his pride enough these past few days to try and appease her, and this was how she responded to him?

Sienna's mind was consumed solely by a cold countdown; the penalty for those who failed their conquest was initiated at the stroke of midnight today.

And for this entire day, she would endure an unbearable agony, effectively simulating a fatal, terminal illness.

The pain defied description, a suffocating wave of despair as if an army of fire ants were gnawing away at her organs and bones.

Her consciousness was steadily blurring, leaving her clinging to a final thread of lucidity purely through stubborn willpower.

Looking at her writhing in pain, the fury within Grant flared ever brighter.

He recalled Lyla's words: She's just putting on an act, doing all this to farm sympathy so she can latch onto the title of Mrs. Gauthier forever.

Yes.

That had to be it.

She knew today was the final day, so she purposefully staged this half-dead performance to make him soften up and abandon the divorce.

What a vicious, calculating scheme!

The realization completely stripped him of his rationality.

The worry and guilt in his eyes were instantly replaced by icy derision.

"Sienna, spare me the theatrics," his voice cut through the air like frostbite. "Who are you performing for? You just don't want the divorce, do you?"

He yanked a document from his briefcase and slapped it forcefully onto her bedside table.

"In consideration of the fact that you once carried my child, I've left you a fortune—millions of dollars, more than enough to fund the rest of your life."

"Sign it, and come with me to The City Clerk's Office to finalize the paperwork. Stop playing the victim and wasting my time."

His words were a jagged blade plunging into Sienna's already bleeding heart.

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