I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 146

Sienna snapped her seatbelt back into place and put the car in gear.

"You fly commercial planes. You're at the very top of the driving food chain," she said, her eyes locked on the dirt road ahead. "How can I compare to you?" She paused. "Just keep your mouth shut, and I won't make mistakes."

Her tone was heavy with suppressed emotion, her voice dipping lower with every word.

Something was deeply wrong.

"Are you mad?" Finn asked, treading carefully.

When Sienna didn't respond, panic flared in his chest.

This panic was infinitely more agonizing than the searing pain in his arm.

"I was just joking earlier. If I said something that upset you, I apologize, okay?"

Finn sounded borderline desperate.

Sienna was drowning in a wave of crushing defeat, her chest painfully tight.

"You don't need to apologize. We were never from the same world, and we never will be."

Finn was genuinely baffled.

"Why would you say that?"

Sienna's repressed emotions peaked; she couldn't shove them back down.

Once the floodgates of memory opened, they choked her like a curse.

Her mind was completely consumed by that tree and that sports car.

"What happened to that car that crashed into the tree?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Sienna startled herself.

She had actually asked him.

She had suffocated this question for years.

Back then, she didn't dare ask, terrified of shattering her own fragile pride.

She never imagined that seven years later, in a foreign country on the continent of Africa, the words would finally spill out.

Finn was visibly stunned.

But he hung onto every single syllable she spoke.

He desperately scoured his memory for the car.

It was too blurry.

"I guess... it got fixed. I don't really remember. Why? Why bring that up now?" Finn's heart pounded in his throat.

Sienna didn't answer.

Sienna parked on the shoulder and killed the engine.

She dropped her head, her tears splashing onto the back of her hands.

She took heaving breaths, trying to regain her composure, but the crushing weight in her chest refused to budge.

She knew exactly why she was losing control. It was because she had never truly gotten over that psychological hurdle.

Then came his abrupt, merciless breakup.

Everything suddenly made sense.

She wasn't worthy of him.

Sitting in the passenger seat, watching her fall apart, Finn felt an agony sharper than her own.

His heart shattered. Without thinking, he reached over and grabbed her hand.

His palm was large, completely engulfing her trembling fingers.

"Tell me what's wrong. Please, don't scare me."

Sienna slowly lifted her head, her face wet with tears.

She looked at him, every word dripping with years of blood and sorrow.

"Finn, four years ago, why did you break up with me?"