Chapter 3 Looking for a Male Model, Caught

"Sienna, you..."

Theodore wanted to say something more, but all he heard from the other end was the dial tone.

When he tried calling again, it wouldn't go through.

Theodore stared at his phone screen, his expression growing darker and darker.

This was the first time Sienna had ever spoken to him in that tone.

He vaguely remembered before the call disconnected, someone on the other end had shouted: "Sienna, the best hosts at Muse Club are all here!"

Muse Club?

Theodore's brow twitched.

He'd heard of this club—it was a high-end private establishment in New York that catered specifically to wealthy women and ladies of means.

Had Sienna really gotten so bold as to go to a place like that?

And to "enjoy herself"?

Theodore gripped his phone, hesitated for a few seconds, then grabbed his jacket from the couch and strode out.

Inside Muse Club.

Sienna looked at the lineup of male hosts standing before her—blond ones, brunettes, mixed-race ones...

All with handsome features and fit physiques. She couldn't help but marvel: so this is what rich women get to enjoy?

Three years of marriage, what a waste.

"Well? Not bad, right?" Sophie Sinclair, the club owner beside her, lifted her chin proudly.

Sophie was a friend Sienna had known since high school. When Sienna got married, Sophie had been abroad on business and missed being a bridesmaid—something she'd complained about for years.

"Not bad at all. I had no idea you've been living so well all these years." Sienna squinted at the lineup of handsome men, teasing her friend.

"We're best friends—if I've got it good, you should too!" Sophie opened a bottle of champagne and poured her a glass, then asked tentatively, "But seriously, are you really going through with the divorce?"

"Yeah, the divorce papers are already signed." Sienna pulled the divorce agreement from her bag and handed it to Sophie.

Sophie took it and flipped through page by page. When she reached the last page, she froze, then burst out laughing: "Sienna, you've got some nerve!"

Sienna took a sip of champagne and said coolly, "I didn't lie."

Sophie laughed until tears came out: "Aren't you afraid he'll get back at you?"

"Afraid of what?" Sienna swirled her glass, her tone casual. "He cares so much about his image—he's way more afraid of this getting out than I am."

Sophie looked at her with newfound admiration: "Damn, Sienna, three years as a housewife didn't turn your brain to mush. That's ruthless! I like it!"

Sienna said nothing, just drained her glass.

She rarely drank. Theodore didn't like women drinking—said it wasn't dignified—so for three years she hadn't touched a drop, molding herself into what he wanted.

Looking back now, it was laughable.

"Alright, since you're getting divorced, we have to celebrate tonight!" Sophie clapped her hands and called out to the male models, "Come over here and help our Sienna have a good time!"

The men immediately came over and sat around Sienna in the booth.

Someone poured her a drink, someone offered her fruit. Among them, one who looked to be in his early twenties with deep brown curly hair was especially attentive.

"Hey there, beautiful." He said to Sienna in an Italian-accented voice, "I heard your husband can't perform? Is that true?"

The others around them laughed.

Sienna leaned back on the couch, sipping champagne, her eyes already a bit hazy.

The man moved closer: "How about I stay with you tonight? I promise I'll be way better than that useless husband of yours!"

As he spoke, he straightened up, making the outline of his abs visible under his shirt.

Sienna swallowed and instinctively leaned back.

In all her life, she'd never been this close to any man besides Theodore. Even though he had a nice body, it still felt wrong.

Seeing her hesitation, the man gently took her wrist and guided it toward his abs, his voice suggestive: "Don't be nervous, beautiful. Come a few more times and you'll get used to it."

This scene was exactly what Theodore walked in on.

He saw his wife surrounded by a group of men, her hand on one man's abs, and rage exploded inside him.

There was a loud crash as a glass bottle on the coffee table shattered on the floor.

Before the man could react, someone grabbed him by the collar and threw him onto the adjacent couch.

Sienna looked up and met Theodore's cold, dark eyes.

"Who the hell are you to cause trouble at Muse?" The thrown man scrambled up, shouting indignantly.

Theodore turned his head, his gaze cold enough to kill: "Get out!"

The man swallowed hard, ultimately intimidated by that look, and fled.

The other hosts exchanged glances and quickly escaped the private room as well.

Theodore turned around and looked at Sienna sitting on the couch.

She was wearing a black slip dress today. Her collarbones and shoulders looked especially alluring under the lights, and the way she tilted her head while holding her glass added a lazy, seductive quality.

He'd never known she had this side to her.

"What are you doing here?" Sienna said coldly.

Her cold attitude made Theodore's expression even darker. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the couch: "Sienna, look at what you're wearing! Coming to a place like this—what are you trying to do?"

Sienna stumbled as he yanked her, looked down at her dress, then gave him a contemptuous smile: "Mr. Baker, we're getting divorced. Where I go and what I wear is none of your business."

Theodore's eyes narrowed dangerously as he moved closer: "Don't forget—I haven't signed yet!"

Sienna shot back, "Then hurry up and sign. Don't interfere with me enjoying my life."

"Don't even think about it!" A vein pulsed at Theodore's temple. "What the hell did you write on that divorce agreement?"

"What, does Mr. Baker think I got it wrong?" Sienna said lightly. "What should I have written? That you cheated during our marriage and got your mistress pregnant?"

Theodore's face darkened.

The Baker family company was publicly traded, and he was a public figure. If a scandal about infidelity and an illegitimate child got out, anyone could imagine how badly the stock price would tank.

Sienna was banking on the fact that he didn't dare make this public, which is why she was forcing him to sign—and didn't forget to humiliate him in the divorce reason while she was at it.

This woman was far more calculating than he'd imagined.

"Come home with me!" Theodore pulled her toward the door without giving her a choice.

"I won't!" Sienna struggled.

Just then, Theodore's phone rang.

Sienna glanced at it—it was Chloe calling.

A mocking smile curved her lips: "Mr. Baker, your little lover is calling. Shouldn't you answer?"

Theodore hesitated for a moment, then finally pressed accept.

"Theo, where are you?" Chloe's fragile voice came through the phone. "I'm home alone and my stomach suddenly hurts so bad. I'm scared. Can you come be with me?"