137 Dream time is up

Sebastian’s POV

As I watch her trying to engage me in a conversation, to keep me distracted with phony gratitude, I can taste only bitterness in my mouth no matter how much nerve–number I pour down.

I know why she could lie to me now– I’m no longer special to her.

I am to her now as is everyone else, a person she can use and not feel bad about it. Honesty is to her a ” solid base for marriage“. I ruined that marriage, and she is allowed to not give a damn to its base.

She was right. She built a home for me, for us. A real home, not just a house to live in, a harbor where I could relax from my day and recharge, where I was cared for to the extreme without paying anything.

I broke that heaven into pieces without realizing what I had.

her steal my phone and give it to a guy I don’t even know like the most awkward thief in

her bed, then she has to lie in it,

got me drunk, and she stuck herself in a conversation with me that she clearly hated, to have my phone, then she had to tolerate me. That’s

I loathe the coward that

one last

know her answer. I guess I never understood her fear when she prepared a gift for a month, just to ask one simple question. Now on the other end of an

Ma’am,” The bartender brings up a drink for her

refuse, and the sourness in my chest makes me

you the one who wanted

hates being close to me, and like a mean

can’t leave. She hasn’t returned my phone, and she

my shoulder an attempt to keep the last distance between us. We used to have negative distance between us, and

a Justful man. I didn’t want to have sex with Scar. I hated her for forcing my hand, and I

time

+25 BONUS

with Scar, it became my

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