He could still remember it clearly—even now.
That look in Sienna's eyes as she lay dying.
The hatred burning in her gaze, locked onto him like a curse.
She had said it.
"I hate you."
And now…
Sienna, you've won.
You've finally had your revenge.
Tears poured down Derrick's weathered face like a broken dam. His aged features were twisted with regret and longing. Time, for a fleeting second, rewound itself. It was autumn again—the season he first met Sienna.
He had just lost his wife.
And she had appeared like an angel sent from the heavens.
So timely. So gentle. So perfect.
They met in a hospital.
Back then, Philip was only two years old—weak, sickly, fragile.
Allison had died giving birth to him. Derrick, devastated and alone, had brought the child back to L.A. to start over.
It was during one of Philip's hospital stays that he met Sienna.
