Chapter 146
Those simple words hung in the air, leaving Sienna momentarily stunned.
She had imagined countless reactions from Jarred—explosive rage, bitter accusations, or even extreme tactics to keep her trapped.
The last thing she expected was for him to agree so easily.
This was exactly what she had planned, the endgame she had carefully orchestrated every step of the way.
Yet, hearing it actually come from his mouth, her heart gave an inexplicable, painful squeeze.
Without a second of hesitation, Sienna reached for the drawer of the nightstand.
She slid the printed agreement over to him, her voice detached. “Sign it p>
Jarred’s eyes fell on the document, his gaze instantly sharpening into blades.
He had just torn one of these up not too long ago, and she already had another draft ready?
Just how desperate was she to get away from him? Were seven years of marriage truly worth so little to her?
He had dealt with plenty of ruthless people in his life, but he had never met anyone quite like Sienna—soft on the outside, but with a core made of absolute stone.
If he pushed her into a corner again, he didn’t dare imagine what extreme lengths she might go to next.
That bone-deep terror overpowered all his bitterness and possessiveness.
But deep down, the lingering attachment he had buried for years—the attachment he refused to acknowledge—surged up like a tidal wave, constricting his throat.
He forced down the sharp pain in his chest, acting as if he couldn’t even be bothered to glance at the agreement she pushed toward him.
“I don’t trust anyone except my own legal team. I’ll have someone draft a new agreement p>
Hearing this, Sienna let out a mocking laugh. “You don’t need to be so petty. I never cared about the Sterling family’s wealth. I’m walking away clean. I won’t take a single dime p>
Her raw honesty only made Jarred feel more unsteady.
“I’ve kept you for seven years; I’m not going to leave you penniless p>
A cynical smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “My houses, my cars, my storefronts—whatever you want, just tell Declan. Name your price. I’m not short on cash p>
Those words fell incredibly flat to Sienna, striking her as both absurd and laughable.
How could she ever forget the prenuptial agreement she had been forced to sign?
The Sterlings had always been like this—two-faced hypocrites. They bound her with strict rules on one hand, while trying to buy her off with cash on the other.
She was completely immune to their double standards.
Sienna looked up, her smile thin and devoid of warmth. “No need. Your promises are too grand for someone like me to stomach. I’ll pass p>
Jarred wasn’t an idiot; he easily picked up on the biting sarcasm in her voice.
The fury of being dismissed flared up instantly.
He furrowed his brows, his tone laced with heavy displeasure. “Sienna, do you really think I’m that cheap?
In all these years, when have I ever failed to give you exactly what I promised p>
Sienna pressed her lips together and stayed quiet, though she couldn’t help but scoff internally.
Yes, he had delivered on his promises.
He bought her limited-edition jewelry, gifted her multimillion-dollar mansions, and handed her an endless black card.
He had given her everything that outsiders envied without a second thought.
But in the end? None of it ever truly belonged to her.
The mansions were in his name, the jewelry could be repossessed at any time, and even that black card could be frozen in a heartbeat.
Everything he provided was an illusion—beautiful on the surface, but easily snatched away.
Her silence, coupled with the utterly indifferent look on her face, felt like a blatant slap in the face to Jarred.
She didn’t just reject him; she treated everything he had ever given her like absolute garbage.