Sienna ended the call and pulled up the web browser.
It was the number one trending topic.
The leaked chat logs and explicit photos completely dominated the screen.
With every refresh, the comment section exploded with hundreds of new replies.
"Fletcher Group stock plummets at the opening bell."
"Yolanda Fletcher caught cheating with younger man."
"The Fletcher CEO just got crowned king of the cuckolds."
"These high-society bedroom pics are burning my eyes."
She dragged her thumb across the screen, locked the phone, and shoved it back into her pocket.
Her objective was complete. With the media storm spiraling out of control, Grant would undoubtedly throw Yolanda out on the street.
Yet, she felt absolutely no thrill of vengeance.
Her mind was entirely consumed by the memory of Finn's icy glare.
After today, he would probably hate her even more.
The thought made Sienna's legs go weak as she stood up, nearly sending her tumbling to the ground.
She gripped the back of the park bench to steady herself. Before she could take more than two agonizingly slow steps, a voice broke the silence behind her.
"Why are you hiding out here?"
A deep chill shot down her spine, freezing her in place.
But she didn't turn around.
Footsteps crunched against the gravel path, slow and deliberate, drawing closer until they stopped beside her.
Finn didn't look at her. His gaze was locked on the lush canopy of trees ahead.
"You don't need to give Arthur money. Take it back." His tone was flat. It lacked the biting hostility from the doorway, but it was hollow, as if he were addressing a total stranger.
Sienna's heart raced, panic tightening her chest.
It hit her suddenly—Finn hadn't seen the news yet.
The chat logs, the scandalous photos plastering every trending page on the internet... he didn't know.
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