I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 117

Even though Chloe had used burner accounts to smear his name online, Paxton had easily tracked the IP address back to her.

She had relentlessly posted over a dozen threads under the guise of being an "insider friend," inciting public outrage by claiming Paxton was a manipulative fraud whose entire portfolio was plagiarized.

And now, here she was, putting on a sickeningly sweet performance about their "cherished friendship."

The woman was shameless beyond belief.

The fact that he hadn't exposed her publicly was the only mercy left over from their shared childhood.

"Paxton..." Chloe stepped forward, reaching out to grab his sleeve.

Paxton violently yanked his arm back as if he had brushed against toxic waste.

"Stop following me. If I see your face again, I'll have security drag you out. You'll be the one humiliated."

With that, Paxton turned on his heel and walked away.

Rooted to the spot, Chloe glared at his retreating figure, her fists trembling with pure rage.

Paxton headed straight for the emergency department.

Sienna was busy at the triage desk speaking with a nurse. He simply walked over and waited quietly by her side.

Spotting him, Sienna asked, "Do you need something?"

Paxton's eyes crinkled with a warm smile. "Nope. Just wanted to see you."

Sienna rolled her eyes and went back to discussing charts with the nurse.

Paxton made no move to leave, simply standing there with his hands shoved casually in his pockets like an immovable statue.

Chloe had stalked Paxton all the way there, lurking in the shadows of the hallway corner.

She watched the stark contrast in how he treated Sienna. With Chloe, he was ice-cold and vicious, but with Sienna, he was gentle, completely transformed.

She watched him smile. She watched Sienna treat him with cold indifference, and she watched Paxton gleefully accept it, standing there like a devoted puppy.

A suffocating wave of jealous rage crashed over Chloe, making her clench her fists.

She waited until Paxton finally left before stepping out of the shadows.

She marched straight up to Sienna.

"Dr. Sterling. Let's talk."

Sienna spared her a brief glance.

"I'm on the clock. I don't have time."

"It won't take long," Chloe murmured, dropping her voice. "Five minutes."

Sienna ignored her, pivoting on her heel to walk back into the ER.

Chloe aggressively followed, snatching the sleeve of Sienna's lab coat.

Sienna halted, turning slowly to face the woman.

"Let go."

Chloe didn't release her grip.

But the moment Chloe weaponized those memories...

A wave of despair and bitter resentment still crashed through her chest.

She looked sharply at Chloe.

There was no denying it—this malicious woman had spent years studying exactly where to twist the knife.

Chloe had fired wildly in the dark, yet she had successfully landed a few devastating blows.

"You can stop stringing him along," Chloe sneered. "The only reason he hasn't come crawling back to you lately is because he's at home with our son. Finn and I share a child. It doesn't matter if we're romantically involved or not—we created life together. That is a bond you can never sever. Do you understand?"

Sienna stared blankly at her.

"Are you done?" Her tone was remarkably serene.

Chloe faltered, taken aback.

"If you're done, let go of me. You're keeping me from my patients."

Chloe had been scrutinizing every micro-expression on Sienna's face. Earlier, when she brought up Yolanda...

She had clearly seen the facade crack.

A twisted, euphoric sense of victory surged in Chloe's chest.

She knew she had hit the bullseye.

Sienna was far too proud of a woman to tolerate such indignity.