Part 2Reborn as His Aunt: This Life, He's My Nephew.

I woke up early the next morning to find Sienna already gone. I knew exactly what was happening; she’d been coming and going at odd hours lately.

Her assistant, Lisa, called my phone several times, asking where she was.

Lisa told me Sienna hadn't been to her studio recently.

Putting two and two together, she could only be with Ryan.

I ignored it and went to the hospital to pick up my physical exam results. The doctor said my ulcer needed serious attention, or I might end up needing surgery.

Leaving the clinic with the report, I bumped right into Sienna and Ryan. She was leaning against him, looking utterly dependent, while Ryan held several report forms.

Seeing me, Sienna’s face hardened. "Are you following me?"

I didn't bother responding to her, looking straight at Ryan instead. His eyes flickered away nervously as he tried to change the subject.

He feigned annoyance, pinching Sienna’s cheek lightly. "How can you say that? Ethan isn't that kind of person. He knows there's nothing between us."

Ryan's words sounded like he was trying to smooth things over, but he was actually putting the ball in my court.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, why would I follow you two? Just a happy couple here for a prenatal checkup."

Sienna flared up at that, shoving me hard. "What the hell is that supposed to mean! I only see Ryan as a brother."

I hadn't eaten breakfast, and my stomach was cramping painfully. I didn't notice the chair behind me and stumbled, falling to the ground.

Ryan immediately pretended to help me up, muttering reproaches at Sienna, but his eyes held a clear look of provocation.

Disgusted, I pushed him away, trying to stand on my own. Incredibly, he used the momentum to bump into Sienna behind him.

Sienna instantly clutched her stomach protectively, yelling at me, "Ethan Cole! If anything happens to this baby, I will never forgive you!"

I stood frozen, watching my wife scream at me over a child she was carrying for another man. A wave of desolation washed over me.

Never before had I felt so grateful that Sienna had chosen to abort our child.

How could someone who didn't even love her own husband possibly love their child?

Back home, I habitually picked up my phone to scroll through my feed.

Right away, I saw Ryan’s latest post: a profile shot of Sienna, tenderly stroking her belly.

The caption read: "Mine."

In the comments, Sienna’s friends chimed in.

Ashley Young teased, "That side profile doesn't look like your wife!"

Chloe Jones joked, "Oh, back together with the dream guy, huh?"

Lily Frost was more direct: "Ooh~ Now I get it. So the baby mama was here all along. Congrats, congrats!"

Then, Sienna herself commented to clarify: "Don't joke around like that. I'm just helping out. If you guys keep this up, my husband might get the wrong idea."

Her friends immediately understood, replying with "Got it," "Understood."

But Ashley was an exception. She shot back: "Afraid of what? Why keep a petty guy like that anyway? Better off divorced. You and Ryan have been through so much for years, everyone sees how you feel. Just follow your heart!"

Ashley always had it out for me, thinking I wasn't good enough for Sienna compared to Ryan.

Not as handsome, not as educated, not as charming.

Honestly, I'd put up with it for years for Sienna's sake.

But now, with our marriage at its end, I didn't need to protect anyone's feelings anymore.

So, I replied directly under Ashley’s comment: "Yeah, we're getting divorced soon. Thanks for worrying about Sienna all these years."

After posting that, I went to my own profile and selected two photos:

One was the divorce agreement. The other was the record of Sienna’s abortion procedure.

I added a simple caption: "Finally free."