The Yes Game Ended My Survival Mission Chapter 08

The Yes Game Ended My Survival Mission Chapter 08

When the police found Sienna, she was mid livestream.

“Wren’s just riding on the fact that she’s pretty now, hooking up with some designer from Solène. That’s the

only reason she’s out for blood.”

When the knock hit her door, she didn’t have time to end the stream.

Every single viewer heard the officer say it.

“We’re reopening the investigation into the jewelry studio fire from three years ago. We need you to come

with us.”

Sienna’s grip tightened on her phone until her knuckles went white.

Later, when police pulled the backup off Weston’s old phone, they recovered a handful of broken audio clips

and text screenshots.

None of it was complete.

But it was enough to prove he’d known, almost immediately, that the safety door had been bolted after the

fire broke out.

Sienna had said it herself.

“The door’s already bolted. She can’t get out for a while.”

Weston had cursed under his breath, called her insane.

Then, a beat later.

“You go. I’ll handle the footage.”

Nobody believed that fire was an accident anymore.

Two days after Sienna got taken in, Weston waited outside the studio all night.

When I came down in the morning, he was still holding that stack of insurance receipts.

“I’ve been the one paying your treatment insurance for three years.”

“When you were in that hospital, I really did care.”

“I know I did you wrong. But what I felt for you wasn’t all a lie.”

I glanced down and flipped through the receipts.

Every payment date lined up right around the anniversary of the fire.

“So?”

I handed them back to him.

“I’m supposed to forgive what you two did to me because you paid an insurance bill out of guilt?”

He went quiet for a beat.

“Back then the studio had a few thousand dollars left in the account. We could barely make payroll.”

“Sienna’s family was ready to invest.”

“How was I supposed to send her to jail right then?”

I looked at him.

“You had a choice.”

“You just decided I was easier to lose than your own future.”

His eyes started to redden.

“I never actually married her.”

“The proposal was only to keep her family’s money in play.”

“We can still start over.”

He rushed the words, like if I just nodded, everything could go right back to how it used to be.

I asked him one thing.

“If my face never healed, would you still have shown up here today?”

His lips moved a few times.

He never gave me an answer.

I didn’t need one anyway.

A short honk sounded from the street.

August and I had plans to check out a prototype of Refraction.

He’d already been waiting ten minutes.

Weston followed my gaze, his face turning ugly.

“You two together?”

“None of your business.”

I turned to go He grabbed my hand, hard.

“Wren, I love you.”

I pried his fingers off, one by one.

“You just always pick someone else.”

August didn’t get out to rush me.

Not until I sat down in the passenger seat did he pass me a warm cup.

“Coffee. No sugar.”

“How’d you know I skip the sugar?”

“That day at the studio, you gave the sweetened one to your assistant.”

He said it like it was nothing, like he’d just happened to remember some throwaway detail.

I held the warm cup and didn’t look back at Weston once.