I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 6

"What does that mean? Are you threatening me?" Her voice began to tremble.

Finn took a deep breath, looking as though he was suppressing a violently dark urge.

"I have a clear conscience about everything I've done over these past few years. But if you run to my mother and start spreading rumors again, I promise you, you'll lose everything you have, one piece at a time."

Chloe's legs gave out, almost collapsing to the floor as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Daddy, don't be mean to Mommy," York cried, looking up and tugging on Finn's coat.

Finn looked down, a trace of warmth returning to his gaze.

He crouched down and scooped the boy up, his voice softening.

"Be a good boy, York. Daddy's going to take you to fly the airplanes."

He carried York to the large model airplane on the second floor, letting the child play happily inside it.

Looking down from this vantage point, he had a perfect view of the window table on the ground floor.

Sienna was still there.

Her profile was angled toward him, sitting with perfect posture. Her spine was straight, her long, graceful neck making her look like a stunning swan.

She raised a hand to push her hair back, revealing a sliver of her wrist.

Finn narrowed his eyes. Was that a scar on the inside of her wrist?

She definitely didn't have that scar when they were together.

A burst of laughter from downstairs shattered Finn's racing thoughts.

Sienna was laughing, her eyes curving beautifully into crescents.

Zachary's parents were clearly smitten with her, their faces plastered with wide, approving smiles.

Then again, she was so flawless that it would be impossible not to love her.

Finn was suddenly thrust back to all those years ago, to the first time Sienna had ever visited the Fletcher estate.

She had worn a simple white sundress, her hair tied in a ponytail. She had been sweating with nerves, constantly wiping her damp palms against her skirt.

His mother had sat on the sofa, looking her up and down before flashing a smile.

He knew that smile far too well.

It was the "I despise you but I'm too polite to say it" smile.

He had walked her back to her dorm that night, and she had been painfully quiet the entire way.

Right before going inside, she had asked softly, "Finn, does your mom not like me?"

He had told her, "No, you're just overthinking it."

She hadn't pressed the issue, simply offering a small smile before turning to head upstairs.

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