His cryptic words made my stomach churn. Without wasting another second, I bolted downstairs.
As soon as I reached the main hall, I saw a woman smashing my things with a baseball bat.
“Maia!” someone shouted, trying to calm her down. “What’s going on? You went to the rooftop and came back this mad?”
“Stop it now, Maia, before you ruin everything in Sienna’s house!” another pleaded.
The once-glorious champagne tower was now a pile of broken glass, shards littering the floor.
It didn’t take much to guess who was responsible for the chaos.
Maia Fowler stood there, wild-eyed, shouting, “I’ll do whatever I want! She dared seduce my fiancé. Yet I'm not allowed to be angry about it?”
As she spoke, she raised the bat, aiming for a porcelain vase on a nearby shelf.
Just then, I yelled, “Stop it!”
But despite my shout, she didn’t even turn around and the vase shattered into pieces. Only then did she turn to me and glare at me with red-rimmed eyes.
“Sienna, Lance said he doesn’t like you anymore. So why are you still so desperately and shamelessly pushing yourself into him?”
Her voice dripped with disdain. “You threw this party just to seduce my fiancé and embarrass me, didn't you? Do you think it’s fun to humiliate me?”
“I didn’t seduce him!” I shot back, denying her accusation.
But she snorted, lifting her chin defiantly. “Ask them—who here believes you? But if you really want me to believe you, slap yourself ten times. Then I might consider it.”
I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Of course, nobody believed me. Years of pining after Lance had left me with a reputation I couldn’t shake. Explaining myself here felt pointless.
However, Maia wasn’t done. Soon, one of her friends pulled out a phone and cast photos onto the screen.
In one, it looked like I was leaning in to kiss Lance—though I remembered it as me shoving him away. In the next, he was coldly pushing me aside, and I stood there, my face blank.
To anyone else, it painted a clear picture: I was the desperate one throwing myself at him.
Sienna's POV
Tears streamed down Maia’s face, drawing murmurs from the crowd around us.
“Sienna, you’re in the wrong here! You knew he was taken, so you can’t blame her for wrecking your house!” someone said.