Part 3His Get Out of Jail Free Card

Jensen's friends tried to comfort me.

"See, Sienna? He really cares about you."

"Giselle is just an old habit he can't quite shake."

For a fleeting second, I almost believed Jensen had developed real feelings for me.

But then he jetted off to Europe with Giselle for a vacation, and the paparazzi were there to capture it all. They looked like any other couple madly in love, kissing by the sea before walking hand-in-hand into a hotel, not emerging until the next morning.

The comments section under my social media posts exploded with ridicule from Giselle's fans.

"Sienna, stop playing dead and say something! The thought of how furious and jealous you must be right now is giving me life!"

"What's stolen must eventually be returned."

"The one and only will always win. She just has to stand there. Some people can kiss ass their whole lives and never even come close."

Jensen's assistant called me.

I was instructed to handle the PR nightmare, just like all the other times.

"Okay," I said. "Tell him to enjoy his trip. I'll take care of it."

This time, though, the video evidence was undeniable. Even if I was willing to lie through my teeth, the public wasn't buying it.

"Sweetheart, are you still defending him? Do you think we're all blind?"

"Oh, right, right. They're just 'friends.' Friendly kisses, you know. Then they went to the hotel and had a sleepover while they gossiped under the covers. That about right?"

"Sienna, if you don't break up with him, we're going to start hating you, too!"

Backed into a corner by public opinion, I had no choice but to double down.

"We're not breaking up! I'd die without him!"

Jensen cut his trip short to come back and plan my birthday party.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"Baby, you love me that much, huh?"

During the taping of the show earlier that day, another guest had asked me the same thing.

I had lost a game and had to choose "Truth." The host asked, "What's your partner's 'get out of jail free' card?"

I was hooked up to a lie detector, so I couldn't lie.

With a look of utter sincerity, I said, "His face."

The host did a spit-take, choking on his water for a solid minute.

"...What?!"

But the lie detector didn't buzz.

It was the truth.