He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 55

What?!

Grant's fingers tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white. Without skipping a beat, Lucas's infuriatingly arrogant face flashed through his mind.

Ever since Lucas had pulled Sienna off the highway, Grant had been itching to deal with him.

Unfortunately, the Lowery family had deep roots in the business world, and with their ongoing partnerships with the Gauthier Group, Grant had been forced to let it slide.

He hadn't expected Lucas to be so brazen as to show up at his own house and snatch her away.

A suffocating wave of anger hit Grant. It felt as though a filthy, soaked rag had been shoved down his throat, blocking his airways.

The other two people in the office were visibly startled by his sudden shift in demeanor.

Lyla blinked her innocent eyes, offering a soft, placating voice. "Grant, Sienna is just confused right now. Don't be too angry."

Madeline immediately jumped in, her tone sharp. "You're too kind, Lyla! I always said that woman was shameless. She just made a scene in the office, and now she's already hooking up with another man!"

She emphasized the last few words, each syllable designed to hit like a poisoned dart.

Grant said nothing, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone. He reached up, impatiently yanking at his perfectly knotted tie.

Confused?

He had seen exactly how eager she was to sign those divorce papers. She couldn't wait to be rid of him.

He let out a scoff, the sound dripping with ice.

"Does she really think finding a new sugar daddy means she can escape me?"

Keep dreaming!

He grabbed his phone, his thumb instinctively moving over to her familiar contact. He hovered over the call button, but his hand froze in midair.

Those words sliced through Grant's deeply ingrained assumptions with surgical precision.

Madeline's sneer froze on her face, a fleeting look of deep discomfort crossing her eyes.

She remembered that birthday clearly. Grant had gifted her a designer bag she had coveted for months. She had even thought to herself how thoughtful her son had finally become.

To think it had been paid for by that wretched Sienna.

Grant's expression turned thunderous. His grip on the edge of his phone was so intense his fingernails turned stark white.

But quickly, he found a way to rationalize it in his mind.

The only reason Sienna was acting so erratically was out of jealousy and desperation.

Leaving him was just a ploy, a calculated retreat to force his hand. Her ultimate goal was to make him beg for her back and end things with Lyla.