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Sebastian’s greatest fear was always a woman’s tears. So, without hesitation, he pulled Eliza into his arms, kissing her gently, trying to soothe her until she was left gasping for breath.
I stood there, numb, as they moved from the sofa to the master bedroom and then to the bathroom. The realization hit me again Sebastian never loved me.
After his accident, I’d silently wiped away my tears every day, careful to hide my swollen eyes.
Yet, he never noticed. Instead, he scolded me for being “pretentious,” accusing me of trying to manipulate him with my tears.
He openly embraced every woman who crossed his path, telling me that, although he’d once loved me, it didn’t
matter anymore. He was free to enjoy himself with no debt to me.
I was oddly grateful that I hadn’t kept the child. With his obsession with Eliza’s body, I knew that even if we had married, he would’ve still found his way back to her
After all, I could never be like Eliza, trapped in her web of seduction.
When the sounds of gasping returned, I immediately exited the app and deleted the account, shutting it all out in
one decisive motion.
The following morning, I was jolted awake by a phone call from Sebastian.
It was the first time he’d reached out to me since his accident and the shock of it hit me hard. But there was no
reason for us to stay connected anymore, so I let it ring, ignoring the call.
Frustrated by my silence, he sent me a message.
[Brianna, what’s going on? I agreed to marry you, why did you throw away everything we bought for the
wedding?
I couldn’t bear the thought of facing any more of his accusations, so I crafted a quick lie
“I bought a seaside villa. The wedding house didn’t suit us, so I decided to move there.”
Just as I hit send, a new notification popped up: Eliza’s profile picture. Without hesitation, I rejected the friend request
But Eliza wasn’t easily deterred. A message followed.
But she persisted, leaving a message claiming she had an intimate video of me and Sebastian.
I reluctantly accepted her friend request and within moments, Eliza sent the video, a grainy, intimate scene of her
and Sebastian
Just as the two minutes were about to expire, she deliberately sent a crying emoji.
[Oops, sorry, sister, I accidentally clicked the wrong one. I can’t take it back now, what should I do?]
She followed it up with a smug comment.
[I thought that passionate moment was between you and Sebastian. I was so confused; how could Sebastian be
so obsessed with my body? Turns out I’m the main character after all!]
Then, she added insult to injury with a bitter remark.
[Sister, if I were you, I’d spend some money learning how to please a man, or else you wouldn’t have lost your
husband!]
Not content with just words, she transferred $10,000 to me.
[This is your payment for the blood you donated. If money can solve everything, I’d rather not trade my husband for it. Wait for our wedding invitation!]
Her blatant humiliation and mockery felt like a slap in the face. But I wasn’t about to be dragged further into her web immediately returned the transfer.
Taking Sickness To Avoid Vows, His Regret Knows No Bounds
“Consider this an early wedding gift for you both Wishing you a lifetime of happiness!”
I blocked Eliza without a second thought and for the next half month, life flowed quietly. My body recovered and I
felt a sense of peace.
But the moment came when I bought a plane ticket, only to realize, without warning, that it was for the day of
their wedding.
I was on my way to visit my best friend, so I decided to stop by a jewelry store to pick out a gift for her.
It was then that a sudden thought struck me: I hadn’t picked up the wedding ring I had ordered with Sebastian
It was a design I had poured my heart into and now, it was time to take it back and let go.
But when I asked the staff to check the records, she hesitated and then told me that Sebastian had already
picked it up.
The pity in her eyes spoke volumes and I understood. I left the store without another word.
As soon as I stepped outside, I nearly bumped into Sebastian, casually shopping.
The wedding ring I had designed for us now gleamed on his hand, entangled with Eliza’s
I couldn’t help but stare at their hands and before I could stop myself, I spoke, my voice colder than I intended.
“You two look great together.”
I turned, not waiting for a response and started walking away
He rushed after me, but Eliza stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
“Sebastian, didn’t you promise to go with me to try on wedding dresses today?”
I quickened my pace, my steps firm and unwavering.
Before long, the day I had dreaded arrived, it was their wedding day
I left the confinement of my thoughts, took a taxi and made my way to the airport.
At the same time, Sebastian’s brothers, accompanied by a makeup artist and carrying a custom–made wedding dress, arrived at the house he had rented, hoping to find me.
They rang the doorbell for what felt like an eternity, but when no one answered, their loud chatter caught the attention of the neighbor across the hall.
“This place has been empty for a while. Are you sure you’ve got the right door?”
The group of men froze in confusion.
