Since my marriage to Gavin was fake, there was no need for us to file for a divorce. A clean break would do.

I packed up everything Gavin owned and threw it all out, then sent him a breakup message and blocked his number. He never came back, and I thought it was over.

I didn't expect Elise to show up instead.

She arrived with a camera crew trailing behind her, her belly swollen and her daughter in tow. Her face was deathly pale with dark circles carved deep under her eyes.

The moment she saw me, she pulled her daughter forward, and the two of them dropped to their knees right in front of me. She braced one hand against her stomach and started wailing.

"Sienna, you're the Sanches heiress. You could have any man you want. Why do you have to take mine?

"I'm pregnant. My husband is trying to support all three of us, and it's already so hard.

"You're using your family's company to pressure him into being with you. Are you trying to kill us?"

She stayed on her knees, rocking and sobbing so hard that her whole body shook. The young girl knelt beside her, also in tears. My employees stared at me in disbelief, and I watched the way they looked at me shift in real time.

Elise slapped herself across the face with a sharp crack. "Please, just let my husband go. He doesn't want to be with you. I'm begging you."

She threw her arms around my legs and sobbed hysterically. I clenched my jaw and forced the words out through my teeth. "Elise, stop with the act and get out of my building."

People in the crowd had already started livestreaming the scene. I could hear bystanders muttering around me.

"The Sanches heiress is somebody's side piece? Unbelievable."

"And she's making the pregnant wife kneel? That's just evil."

I pried Elise off me and called Gavin. "Get here right now and take Elise away, or I swear you'll regret it."

Gavin rushed over. Elise was still on the ground, clutching her daughter and sobbing uncontrollably. He knelt beside her and gently helped her to her feet, his face full of tenderness.

"Honey, don't beg her for anything. I'm never going to leave you."

"But she's the Sanches heiress. I don't want her making things difficult for you. I don't want you to suffer because of me."

I was shaking with fury as I watched the two of them go back and forth. "Gavin, tell everyone what's really going on. Right now."

Gavin stammered and couldn't get a coherent word out. Meanwhile, Elise tugged at his sleeve, her face twisted in pain.

"Honey, Ms. Sanches has been forcing you to be with her, threatening to destroy your company and leave our family with nothing. I can't stand by and watch you lose everything you've built. Maybe you should just divorce me and be with her."

Their daughter burst into tears. "Mom, Dad, please don't get divorced! I don't want to grow up without a dad!"

Something hardened in Gavin's expression. He looked at me, walked over, and slapped me across the face.

I pressed my hand to my cheek and stared at him in utter disbelief. He glared at me through gritted teeth.

"I've told you a hundred times. I don't care if you're the Sanches heiress. I'm not interested in you. I'd rather die than be with you."

Elise chimed in with a pitying sigh. "I have to wonder what kind of upbringing the Sanches family gave their daughter, if her only ambition is to be someone's mistress. What a disgrace."

I had never been this humiliated in my entire life. My face burned under the weight of every contemptuous stare in the room. The comments from onlookers kept coming, one after another.

"Shameless. The Sanches family is a lost cause."

Just like that, I had become the other woman in everyone's eyes. I looked up at Gavin, my expression going cold.

"Gavin, if you insist on pinning this on me, then you'd better be ready for what comes next."