When His First Love Came Back

In the third year of my marriage to Lachlan Foster, the crown prince of the elite circles, his first love returned.

I thought Lachlan, with his naturally cold temperament, had changed into a different person when facing the woman he loved.

He paid astronomical breach-of-contract penalties for her and signed her to his company without hesitation.

He made her into a household-name superstar.

For her sake, he didn't hesitate to destroy an entire company and blacklist every media outlet that spread rumors about her.

Even when the media discovered my existence and asked about me, in order to protect her reputation, he didn't bat an eye before saying coldly, "No special relationship.

She's just an assistant I hired for Chloe."

Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle.

They mocked me for being willing to swallow my pride and work as Chloe Warren's assistant just to stay in the Foster family.

I remained silent.

That same day, I went to Lachlan's mother and asked for a divorce.

But after learning I had left, Lachlan seemed to go crazy.

He searched everywhere in the capital for any trace of me.

"Are you sure you want a divorce?"

Lachlan's mother took a light sip of her coffee and set down her cup.

Her proud eyes swept over me repeatedly, oozing disdain at every turn.

She had always looked down on mebefore and now.

"Yes."

My tone was firm. "I remember you said before that as long as I agreed to divorce, you had a way to process it.

I refused then, but now I've changed my mind.

I want to divorce Lachlan as soon as possible. When can it be finalized?"

"One month."

She said it casually, as if about to say something more.

I cut her off. "Don't worry. After divorcing Lachlan, I won't take a single penny from the Foster family."

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

I said nothing more and got up to leave.

The moment I stepped out of the Foster estate, for the first time in three years, my heart felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

I opened my phone screen. On the lock screen, a sunny, smiling young man immediately came into view.

Alden, if only you hadn't jumped in to save him back then.

Would we be the happy ones now?

But at least now, everything is about to end.

My chest filled with grievance and bitterness. I took a deep breath and closed the lock screen.

I strode forward with determination.

But after only a few steps, the sound of car tires scraping against pavement came from behind.

I looked up to see a black Maybach steadily parked at the Foster estate entrance.

The car door opened, and a pair of elegant designer shoes stepped out.

It was Chloe Warren.

She walked around to the other side and skillfully hooked her arm through Lachlan Foster's.

The two walked toward me, chatting and laughing.

Instantly, I froze in place, my blood flowing backward through my entire body.

Actually...

Right after Alden left this world saving Lachlan, Lachlan was exceptionally good to me.

He would spend entire days by my side, trying every way possible to cheer me up when I was sad.

He even violated his family obligations and married me against everyone's oppositionme, a woman who could offer no help to his career or familyall to take care of me.

He would light up an entire city with fireworks for my birthday.

That day, beneath the sky full of fireworks, he stood at the top of the city with a ring and proposed to me.

He said, "Sienna, I know you're heartbroken over Alden's passing. From now on, let me take his place in caring for you. Give me a chance, Sienna."

When he loved me, even my slightest frown would make him terribly anxious.

But at some point, I don't know when, his attitude toward me began to turn cold. All he talked about was finance, economics, and stockssubjects I knew nothing about.

He began to find my interests tiresome. He would say, "Sienna, you're Mrs. Foster now. Stop obsessing over these lowbrow things. Otherwise, as your husband, I'll just feel embarrassed."

The day he said that, I was stunned for the longest time.

I didn't follow Alden's advice to never compromise myself in any relationship. Instead, to get closer to Lachlan, to bridge the distance between us, I began clumsily trying to please him.

I learned about his interests, read those difficult, obscure books just to have common topics with him.

But whenever I tried to start a conversation with him, he would impatiently cut me off.

He said, "Sienna, some thingsif you're born knowing them, you know them. If you're not, you don't. Your clumsy imitation and acting only make you look more pathetic."

To this day, I can't forget the cold expression on his face when he said those words.

And the way my heart throbbed with pain.

But I still didn't give up.

I told myself it was normal for him to be colder than othershe was born privileged, a child of heaven.

Until Chloe Warren suddenly returned from abroad.

Until I saw him break his longstanding rule of never accepting media interviews, doing one just for her sake, letting her tease him on camera.

Around Chloe, Lachlan was no longer an unmelting glacier.

His gaze toward her was full of affection.

The media said they were made for each other, a perfect match.

And I, in this relationship, officially went from being an unacknowledged Mrs. Foster to becoming background decoration.

I could only leave.

I forced myself to look away from the seemingly perfect couple in the distance and turned to go.

Suddenly, a sweet, delicate voice called from behind.

"Sienna!"

Chloe released Lachlan's hand and quickly walked toward me.

With an enthusiastic expression, she hooked her arm through mine. "What a coincidence! I happened to have time today to come back with Lachlan to visit his mother. I didn't expect you'd be here too."

Her clear eyes looked at me, seemingly innocent and harmless, but only I knew the hatred hidden beneath that beautiful gaze.

I pulled away from her hand without saying anything and tried to walk around her.

But Lachlan blocked my path.

"Sienna, what are you doing here?"

His questioning tone sounded from above my head. I looked up slightly, my gaze meeting the wariness and disgust on his face.

"Did you come to complain to Grandmother about Chloe and me again?

Or did you know we'd be here today and deliberately come over?"

"Sienna, I told you before, Chloe and I are just"

"You're overthinking it."

I cut him off before he could finish.

Meeting those cold eyes of his, I no longer felt even the slightest heartache. "I'm not that childish."

I said calmly.

His expression showed obvious shock. His eyes stared at me intently.

Which made sense.

Since Chloe's return, what little remained of our feelings had taken a sharp nosedive.

Our arguments over Chloe had happened more than once or twice.

But now, I didn't want to continue anymore.

"I have things to do. I'll leave you to it."

Without bothering about his reaction, I turned and left without looking back.

Shortly after I left, my phone buzzed with messages from Chloe.

Several photos of her and Lachlan at the Foster estate.

And... a video.

In the video, Chloe sat close to Lachlan on the sofa. Lachlan's mother sat on one side, his sister on the other. They were all chatting happily.

Unlike the disgust she showed when seeing me, Lachlan's mother's face radiated genuine joy.

They looked intimate, like one family.

Which made sensein the eyes of those Foster family members, wasn't Chloe the true daughter-in-law of the Foster family?

In the past, seeing these messages might have driven me crazy, made my heart unbearably painful, and I definitely would have called Lachlan to make a scene.

But now, my heart remained strangely calm.

I casually typed a few words: "You look good together. Congratulations."

Then I turned off my phone screen and ignored it.

That evening, Lachlan didn't come home as usual.

But I saw his scandal with Chloe on the news right on schedule: "Foster Corporation CEO Seen Entering Foster Family Estate with Famous Actress Chloe WarrenWedding Bells Soon?"

In the photo, Chloe intimately held Lachlan's arm.

Lachlan gazed at her with affection.

The two looked absolutely perfect together.

The comment section was buzzing with discussion.

"Our girl looks so gorgeous! Mr. Foster is so handsome too!"

"These two are just too perfect together!"

"When is Mr. Foster going to propose to our girl? I can't wait to attend your wedding!!!"

...

Scrolling down, there was nothing but congratulations.

I didn't continue reading and exited the page.

Just as I was about to lie down and sleep, a call came in.

Seeing the caller ID, I froze.

It was from Lachlan's close friend.

But ever since I married Lachlan, he rarely introduced me to his friends, let alone invited me to their gatherings.

Why was he calling me now?

While I was thinking, my finger accidentally touched the screen and answered.

"Mrs. Foster, Lachlan's drunk. He's at Nightfall Bar. Can you come pick him up?"

"What?"

I was stunned. Shouldn't he be calling Chloe instead?

Logically, Chloe should be with him.

I tried calling back to ask more, but it showed no one was answering.

After thinking it over, I changed clothes and went out anyway.

Arriving at the bar Lachlan's friend mentioned, I followed the private room number to a door on the second floor.

Just as I was about to push the door open, laughter came from inside.

"Has she arrived yet?"

"Hey Lachlan, do you think she'll really come? It's so late, and if Sienna comes and finds out we're just messing with her, won't she be angry?"

"She brought it on herself. She has no self-awareness.

Now that our Chloe is back, she still won't step aside and keeps occupying the position of Mrs. Foster. Her skin is really thick."

After several noisy voices, Chloe responded with satisfaction, playing mediator.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. What happened between Lachlan and me was so long ago. It's all in the past."

"Past? What's past, Chloe? You don't know how much Lachlan missed you during the years you were gone."

"Exactly! The only reason he married Sienna was to make you jealous. Who would have thought..."

What?!

The chaotic voices reached my ears with unusual clarity.

The reason Lachlan married me wasn't because he truly loved me back then.

It was...

Instantly, my head buzzed.

I felt completely unwell.

"Right? And Sienna still thinks Lachlan really likes her..."

The voices continued.

Until Lachlan interrupted. "Enough. Stop talking."

The private room fell silent instantly.

Someone tried to smooth things over. "True. I figure it's about time now. Sienna should... probably be arriving soon, right?"

The moment those words ended, I pushed open the door before me.

"Sienna!"

The person's voice cut off abruptly.

Instantly, everyone's eyes turned toward me.

"Sienna, you're here."

Chloe was the first to approach, looking both heartless and innocent.

I ignored her, my gaze falling directly on Lachlan Foster sitting in the main seat on the sofa.

The man's eyes were clear and alertnot a trace of drunkenness.

I looked at Heath, the one who had called me.

He avoided my gaze.

"Sienna, you're not angry, are you? We were just playing Truth or Dare and lost. We were just joking with you."

A joke?

I laughed.

Looking at her hypocritical expression, I couldn't take it anymore. I shook off her hand and turned to leave.

She suddenly cried out and fell down on cue.

"Sienna, I was being nice, asking you to stay and hang out with us. Why did you push me?"

As soon as she spoke, everyone's accusing eyes turned to me.

"Sienna! How can you be so vicious? Chloe just wanted you to stay and have fun with us. Was that really necessary?"

"Exactly! How can someone be so malicious? She must be jealous that Chloe is prettier."

"This kind of person is psychologically twisted. She could even hurt someone as kind as Chloe."

...

I looked at them coldly and said, "Are you done playing these games with people?"

They looked completely indifferent.

"It's just a joke. What? Can't take it?"

"Right? It's not even that late. We were kind enough to call you over to hang out, and now you're picking a fight?"

Kind enough?

I laughed.

Not wanting to deal with them anymore, I turned to leave.

But before I'd taken two steps, a strong force pulled me back. "Apologize."

Lachlan's cold, emotionless voice sounded from above.

"Forget it, Lachlan. Sienna was probably just emotionally worked up. I'm fine. You don't need to be too hard on her."

This statement sealed my guilt.

Instantly, those people looked at me with even more contempt.

And their sympathy for Chloe grew stronger.

"Why should I apologize?"

I shook off his hand.

In the past, I would have compromised.

But now, in less than a month, Lachlan and I would be divorced.

Why should I apologize?

As soon as I spoke, Lachlan's face visibly darkened.

Words as cold as ice came from his mouth. "Sienna, apologize. I don't want to say it a third time."

"Then let me tell youI won't!"

My voice was resolute. After speaking, I turned and ran out.

Behind me came a chorus of sharp gasps.