After Sienna quit, our boss dumped all her projects on me. I was drowning in deadlines when the office suddenly erupted. 

“Sienna, you look like a whole different person today!” 

I glanced up and saw Sienna sweep in, carrying designer shopping bags in both hands. Chin tipped high, she patted her stomach. “Please! My son is about to inherit a country!” 

People stared at her like she had lost her mind. Not long ago, she’d sneer at anyone who got engaged or pregnant, preaching that marriage was a trap and babies were a waste of capital. Now, a few days later, she was claiming she was pregnant. 

When she mentioned she had already sold her house, a few coworkers warned her. 

“Be careful, Sienna. No one with real status is donating to a sperm bank. Don’t get scammed.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Do you think I’m Aria? That idiot went for IVF without even knowing who the father would be! I’d rather be dead than be as dumb as her!” 

Then, she walked over and slapped a stack of invitations onto my desk. “Five days from now, my husband will come to pick me up. Come and see what real wealth looks like!” 

With that, she tossed her hair and strutted out. 

We were all busy to begin with, and her drama rubbed everyone raw. 

“Aria, isn’t Sienna your friend? Is she delusional, imagining she has a billionaire husband? 

“Anyone donating sperm isn’t exactly rolling in it. But now, she’s feeling superior for having a mixed-race baby?” 

“She sold her house and blew the money on luxury brands. Let’s see how she pays for her baby after this! She roasted me for trying to conceive, remember?” 

The act that Sienna put on rubbed people the wrong way. They all told me to cut ties with someone that unhinged. 

Not long after, Sienna dropped a location pin in the company group chat. It was a five-star hotel. 

“This Saturday, my husband is hosting a dinner here. Don’t miss it. It’s your rare chance to mingle with high society!” 

No one expected her to actually pull it off. 

The five-star hotel was well known for its sky-high prices. Even a bottle of water could cost three figures. 

Sienna’s social feed turned into a brag reel, with every post tagging me. It was shot after shot of her dripping in couture and beaming like a cat that got the cream. 

I let out a quiet snort. She could go ahead and laugh. It wouldn’t be long now. 

On Saturday, my coworkers dragged me to the hotel. “There’s no way Sienna got so lucky to impregnate herself with the sperm of a billionaire donor. After the way she trashed you, we’re not missing this train wreck!” 

Right at the entrance was a photo of Sienna with a foreign man. 

Just then, Sienna spotted me. She lifted her chin, clutched Andre’s arm, and strutted over. “Well, if it isn’t my broke bestie. I thought you wouldn’t show! Since you don’t have my eye for the right donor, you must be dying of jealousy!” 

She really did think she had a good eye for these things. But she was as blind as a bat, not noticing there was no warmth in Andre’s eyes. 

I smiled faintly. “Jealous? Not even close. I’m happy for you!”