Chapter 8
Sebastian stood frozen, unsure what to do.
Then, a wild glint lit his eyes.
“You’re still mad because of the baby, aren’t you?”
“We can have another. As many as you want. Just come back.”
He smiled like a man dreaming of a life that never was.
That child would be walking now, wouldn’t it?
And you… you would’ve stayed for them.
Mason’s voice cut through the silence, ice–cold.
“You bastard. You don’t even know, do you?”
“Aurora can’t have children anymore. That miscarriage damaged her permanently.”
“You took that from her. And now you bring it up like it’s a joke? You want her to die all over again?”
Sebastian staggered back, voice trembling. “What… what did you say?”
He clutched his chest as the full weight of what he’d done hit him.
I stood tall beside Mason, meeting Sebastian’s eyes.
“This is our home. You’re not welcome here. Leave. Or I swear I’ll end it again.”
He was dragged out.
I slammed the door shut.
All he saw before it closed was Mason holding me close, our silhouettes glowing with love.
He turned away. The pain made it hard to breathe.
But Sebastian didn’t give up.
The next day, I found out he had bought the entire building.
I was under his surveillance once again.
Chapter 8
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I started packing. Mason would be back soon, and we’d leave.
Then the doorbell rang.
I opened it–only to find Vivienne standing there.
Or what was left of her.
Her designer clothes were gone. Her face was gaunt, hair stringy, eyes wild with desperation.
Our father had been ruined. Rumor had it he was homeless now.
“You’re back,” she sneered. “Came crawling back to Sebastian, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I tried to close the door.
But then something flashed.
A blade.
And Sebastian–out of nowhere–threw himself between us.
The knife plunged into his arm. Blood poured from the wound.
He shielded me without hesitation.
But I felt nothing. Only exhaustion.
Was this supposed to make me feel sorry for him?
He looked at me, stunned by my indifference.
As if my coldness hurt more than the knife.
He bled out on the street and collapsed.
When he woke in the hospital, he made a decision:
He would change.
He would win me back with sincerity.
He would prove he understood the weight of what he’d done.
And somehow… make it right.
Chapter 8
