The doors of the bedroom were nearly ripped from their hinges.
Sienna didn't wait for the lights to hum to life before she began tearing her world apart. She kicked off her designer heels, sending them flying across the room, but the relief didn't come. Her chest was heaving, her vision blurring with a rage that felt like it was boiling her blood.
She turned to the vanity, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She saw the Chanel dress, the expensive jewelry, and the face of a woman who had just been publicly humiliated.
With a guttural scream, she grabbed a crystal decanter from the table and hurled it.
CRACK.
The mirror shattered on impact, glass splintering across the floor.
"HOW?" she screamed.
She turned on the room like it had personally betrayed her.
A vase went first—hurled across the suite, shattering against the wall.
Then the pillows.
The tray on the bedside.
Anything her hands could reach.
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
