You Are Sia

Sia's POV:

The ride was silent until we arrived at Ethan's place, which looked even more stunning in the daylight.

"Do we have to stay together?" I asked hesitantly.

Ethan raised a brow before stepping out of the car. Okay, I got my response. I sighed and followed suit.

He extended his hand towards me, and I took it as we walked inside and up the stairs.

"Do you want to share a bedroom?" he asked casually.

I immediately answered, "No."

Of course not. For me, this was just a marriage of convenience—nothing more. I wasn't sure if I wanted any kind of intimate relationship with him.

"It was a joke," Ethan muttered, and I frowned.

What did he mean, it was a joke? Were we going to be sharing a bedroom after all?

"We're still not sharing a bedroom, right?" I asked again, a little more firmly.

Ethan simply pushed open a bedroom door and gestured for me to enter.

"You should get some rest. I'll take you on a tour of the house later," he explained.

I nodded. Maybe during the tour, we could have an actual conversation.

"And yes, there's a family dinner here tonight," he added.

I nearly choked on my own saliva. "Family dinner?"

"When you say family dinner, do you mean Ashton and…?"

"Yes," he answered with a stern look.

I chuckled bitterly. "Thank God there's a bedroom and there is a sitting room."

"Guess I'll be spending the whole night studying," I muttered.

There was no way I was stepping out of this room to have dinner with the Woods—especially not Ashton's father. And it felt even weirder that I had married Ethan just a day after finalizing my divorce from Ashton.

"Your mother is in China," Ethan blurted out suddenly.

I raised a brow. How did he find out?

I had spent years trying to locate her, but she was nowhere on social media. At some point, I even thought she might be dead. But Mira had always been a survivor.

"She married into an Asian royal family, and the women in that family aren't allowed to have social media accounts," Ethan explained.

Oh. That explained why I couldn't find her.

She was living the life of a queen.

"What kind of ridiculous rule is that?" I scoffed. Is she being mistreated? I wondered.

"She's not being mistreated," Ethan responded as if reading my thoughts. "She has a massive net worth."

My eyes widened in shock. Was he reading my mind or what? Because I definitely hadn't said that out loud.

"Why… why are you telling me all this?" I asked cautiously.

"Because your enemies are my enemies," he said firmly. "Whoever offends you will pay the price. No one touches what's mine."

TICK.

That was my heart.

It was pounding abnormally.

"Uhm… I'll go freshen up," I stammered, quickly turning on my heels and rushing towards the nearest door.

"Sia."

Ethan's voice stopped me in my tracks, like a car slamming on the brakes.

"That's my closet," he said, amusement lacing his tone.

I scanned the bedroom, realizing how massive it was—with three interior doors.

Did he have an entire walk-in closet just for himself?

"So, I assume this is the bathroom?" I pointed at the door in the center.

"You assumed right, little one," he chuckled. "Join me downstairs when you're done."

Ethan walked out of the bedroom, and I took a moment to take in my surroundings. Then I moved towards the last door and pushed it open.

The scene that greeted me was breathtaking.

An exclusive, elegant walk-in closet filled with clothing racks—women's clothing racks.

Clothes in my size.

Shoes. Jewelry. Everything was neatly arranged.

"Wow," I whispered in amazement.

Was this for me?

Or maybe someone else?

I was still lost in wonder when my phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID.

It was Ashton.

"Why would he be calling me?" I muttered, hesitating before answering.

The call connected, and his voice echoed through the speaker.

"Where are you, Sia?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

"Why do you even still have my number?" I snorted, though technically, I hadn't deleted his contact either. I had just… forgotten.

"I want to talk. Let's meet."

I sighed heavily. "I already signed the papers and left your house. What's left to talk about? It's definitely not property sharing—" I let out a mocking laugh. "Seeing as you don't have a dime."

Silence.

Then, after a pause, he spoke.

"I made a mistake."

I froze.

"You're my wife, Sia," he continued. "We've been married for three years. This is just one of those fights we have before we fix things."

My grip on the phone tightened.

I never expected him to say that.

For the past year, he had hated me because he blamed me for his sister's death.

But what was my crime?

Defending myself against her husband?

How did that even lead to her death?

Enough about the past.

Why was he apologizing now?

"Ex-wife," I corrected, licking my lower lip. "Sorry, dear ex-husband, but this stupid fight sent your dick into another woman's pussy. So, it's over. And I'm perfectly fine with that."

Then, a thought flashed through my mind.

"In fact," I added, smirking, "I should be thanking you. Thanks for the divorce."

If not for that, how would I have become Ethan Brook's wife?

"What are you saying, Sia?"

His tone was laced with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend how the woman who had loved him for years had suddenly turned heartless.

"If this is about what my uncle Ethan said yesterday," he continued, "then trust me—he was joking. He would never marry you."

I chuckled.

Well, say that to my wedding certificate.

"And why wouldn't he marry me?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because you're Sia—just a low-class girl with nothing to offer him. Only a man who loves you would marry you. And that man is me," he declared.

I held the phone away from my ear.

"You're right," I finally replied.

"Only a man who loves me will marry me."

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