I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 109

Before Sienna could even process what was happening, Finn yanked the car door open.

"Get in."

"I'm not—"

Before she could finish her sentence, he practically shoved her into the passenger seat.

The door slammed shut, and the sharp click of the locks locking echoed loudly in the quiet cabin.

She reached for the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"Finn, open the door!"

He ignored her, striding around the hood to get into the driver's seat and firing up the engine.

The engine roared to life, the headlights flared, and the car merged aggressively onto the main road.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Sienna's heart was hammering so wildly it felt like it might burst out of her chest.

How had she ended up in his car?

One moment of distraction, one second of misplaced vulnerability, and she had fallen right back into his trap.

"Pull over. Let me out."

Finn didn't look at her. Both hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"You heard her back there. Chloe admitted it herself. She's single. I never lied to you, and I never betrayed you."

Sienna's rationality was slowly piecing itself back together.

She spoke with icy detachment:

"Pull over. If you don't stop this car, I'll jump out."

She reached for the window switch. The glass lowered an inch, and the biting night air instantly whipped inside.

Finn slammed his foot on the brake.

The car jerked to a violent halt on the side of the road. He whipped his head toward her, his voice low, but every syllable dripped with furious heat.

"You're a doctor, and you don't know how dangerous that is? Jump out of a moving car?"

That tone, that glare—it was exactly how a parent would scold a reckless child.

Sienna was violently shoved back four years in time.

She had sprained her ankle and stubbornly tried to walk on it, and he had scolded her just like this.

Back then, she had thought it was sweet. She had thought it meant he cared.

Now, she only found it sickeningly absurd.

They couldn't go back.

It was over forever.

Regardless of where the child York came from, he called Finn Dad, and Finn loved him.

A man who had never bowed to anyone in his life was now groveling in the dirt.

He looked down at her wrist.

A pale scar slashed horizontally across her inner wrist.

His thumb gently traced the raised tissue, stroking back and forth, as if he were trying to magically erase it.

"Where did you get this scar?"

Sienna stared at him and let out a laugh.

The laugh was so incredibly cold it sent a shiver through her own heart.

"Is your memory really that bad? You've asked me this so many times."

Finn's brow furrowed, his eyes cloudy with confusion.

His tone was a desperate, miserable plea:

"I honestly don't know. Please, just tell me. Please?"

Sienna stared at his confused face, and the last shred of her patience violently snapped.

She yanked her wrist out of his grip, her voice rising uncontrollably.

"If you don't know, then forget it! What's the point of asking now? Stop acting!"

"Why are you throwing a temper tantrum?" Finn snapped, his own panic rising. "I didn't commit a murder. Can you just talk to me normally?"