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I shook him off in disgust.
“Don’t touch me with the same hands that have been all over another woman.”His frown deepened.
“What are you talking about? What’s going on in your head? What did Genevieve say to you?”
“What did she say to me? Don’t you already know the answer? Some things are pretty obvious, Sebastian. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid. I might not be as clever as you, but I’m not a complete fool,” I said, my voice cold,
I couldn’t decipher the look he gave me.
“Some things aren’t what they seem.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore.” I swallowed hard, a bitter smile touching my lips.
“Looks like I expected too much. I should’ve been grateful for what I had, instead of asking for more. I need to get to work.”I walked away, not looking back.
He still wouldn’t tell me the truth. He knew I knew. He knew I’d reached out to Naomi. So why was he staying silent?
Back at the studio, I was quiet and withdrawn, wrapped in a cloud of gloom. Priya had the sense not to ask what was wrong.
I drifted through the rest of the day in a daze, and after work, I went straight to Yvaine’s.
Sebastian said he’d only allow me one night away, but since when did I have to obey him? I wasn’t his employee. Or his servant.
Yvaine brought back some pastries and insisted on cooking dinner.
I have to say, for a wealthy socialite, her cooking skills are… not exactly impressive. Honestly, anything more complicated than noodles is wasted on her.
But she’s my best friend, and she went to the effort for me, so what could I do but eat it and try to look grateful?
My stomach paid the price afterwards, and between that and how tired I felt, I ended up lying down early.
I checked my phone. No calls from Sebastian. I smiled bitterly to myself. What did I expect?
I tossed the phone aside.
“Yvaine, do you really think I should divorce him?”Yvaine knows me well. In relationships, betrayal is the one thing I can’t stand. I didn’t even hate Daniel as much, because I always knew he still had feelings for Catherine.
But Sebastian was different. He was the one who pursued me. He said he loved me first. He insisted on marrying me. He planned every step, turned our contract marriage into a real one.
There’s no doubt he loves me.
So why would he lie to me for another woman?
I couldn’t make sense of it. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the more divorce seemed like the only answer.
But then it hit me.
“If I divorce him, doesn’t that just give Genevieve exactly what she wants? Why should I make her happy? Why should she get what she’s after?”
“You’re being silly. Why punish yourself for someone else’s mistakes? Forget that Genevieve woman for a second. Just ask yourself-are you happy with him? If you’re not, why force yourself to stay? Of course you should leave. Who cares what happens after? If he’s not your man anymore, why worry about who ends up with him?” Yvaine looked at me like I was a hopeless case, “Why can’t you be more like me? If a man isn’t treating you right, just say goodbye and find a better one. I’m getting tired of repeating this-plenty of fish in the sea,”I shook my head.
“Thanks, but I could never be like you. You change boyfriends so fast I can’t even remember their names. I prefer something stable. Something long-term.”
“Fine. But that doesn’t have to mean Sebastian. You can find someone else for a stable, long-term thing.” She winked.
“My brother Emmett’s available, you know.”
“No thanks,” I said.
“I’m not nearly good enough for your brother.”Emmett had the face of a film star but the personality of a stern headmaster.
Even Yvaine, who was fearless in every other situation, turned into a total mouse around him. Thanks to her, I and always felt slightly on edge around Emmett too, as if I were just one step away from doing something wrong getting a lecture.
Yvaine wasn’t ready to give up.
“Oh, don’t say no so fast. My brother’s a real catch. I know it sounds like I’m just boasting because we’re related, but it’s true. He doesn’t sleep around. Okay, so he’s a bit serious and old- fashioned, but I can guarantee he doesn’t have some clingy childhood sweetheart or obsessive ex like Genevieve lurking around.”
“Thanks, but no. Someone like your brother deserves a much better woman. I’m not right for him.”Yvaine pouted.
“Well then, who ARE you right for? Sebastian? Do you really love him that much? Even more than you loved Daniel?”
I nodded.
“I love him more than I ever loved Daniel.”The truth was, apart from this whole Genevieve mess, I couldn’t find a single thing wrong with Sebastian.
“You… damn it, fine.” Yvaine sighed.
“Then you should talk to him properly. Be open and honest. Just ask him straight out whether he can cut ties with that Genevieve and start being truthful with you. If he can, stay with him. If he can’t, leave. It’s better to make a clean break than to drag it out.”It was the most reasonable advice she could have given.
I knew Yvaine was right. But what if I asked him, and I didn’t like what he had to say?
I’d never felt this insecure before. Love really does make you vulnerable.
Yvaine muttered under her breath, “So much for Emmett’s chances.”The doorbell rang.
“Who’s that at this hour?” Yvaine frowned as she got up and went downstairs to answer it.
When she didn’t come back up after a while, I went out to see.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.” Sebastian’s voice reached me first. A second later, he appeared on the staircase landing.
Yvaine was close behind him, sounding flustered.
“I told you you can’t just barge in!”I looked up at his familiar face.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take my wife home.” He scooped me up into his arms.
I was already in my pyjamas. Embarrassed, I pushed against his chest.
“Let me go! My friend’s right here. What do you think you’re doing?”Sebastian turned his head.
Yvaine was standing a few paces away, arms crossed. She looked at me.
“Just say the word, Elean. I’ve got pepper spray.”
“You’re going to let her spray me?” Sebastian asked.
“I…” I shook my head.
“No.”
“Then let’s go home.”
“I don’t want to go home. Put me down.”
“I’m not putting you down unless you agree to come home with me.” Without waiting for a reply, Sebastian simply carried me downstairs.
As we passed Yvaine, she caught my eye. I shook my head faintly.
She shook hers in return.
“You’re hopeless.”Then she called after Sebastian’s retreating back, “If you ever hurt Eleanor, Sebastian, I’ll find her a better man who can actually appreciate her! You’re replaceable, you know!”
“You won’t get the chance,” Sebastian replied coolly.
Downstairs, he bundled me into the passenger seat of his car, fastened my seatbelt, then rounded the bonnet and slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine without delay.
Thank god he’d driven himself. If his chauffeur had seen me like this, I would have died of embarrassment.
I turned in the passenger seat to look at him.
“I already told you, I’m staying with Yvaine for a few days. And barging into someone’s house this late at night doesn’t exactly leave a good impression, you know.”I was about to say more when Sebastian cut me off.
“I don’t care what kind of impression I make on her. I only care about having my wife beside me when I go to sleep.”
“Do you really need that?” I asked, my voice heavy with sarcasm.
“You are my wife,” he said, turning his head just enough to pin me with a firm, unyielding look.
There was a time when those words would have made my heart swell with joy. Now, hearing him call me his wife just felt hollow, even painful.
I turned away to stare out the window.
“What did Genevieve say to you today?” Sebastian asked.
“What do you think?” I replied flatly.
“She told me to leave you. To divorce you.”
“Damn her,” he said, his voice cold.
“And what did you say?”
“I said I wouldn’t do it in a million years.”
“Good.”
“Why would I? Just to make things easier for her? I told her as long as I live and breathe, she’ll never become Mrs Laurent.”Sebastian’s voice turned dangerously low.
“So you’re only staying out of spite?”
“What, do YOU want a divorce? Honestly, Sebastian, if you’d just-“
“No. I will never ask for one. And don’t you dare think about it either.” His words were final.
When we got home, I went straight for a shower, then got into bed.
Sebastian slid under the covers after his own shower, and I immediately turned my back to him.
He reached out and pulled me firmly against his chest.