Three months ago, in Valoria, after rushing Roxanne to the hospital, Sebastian finally remembered that I’d been in the car too. When he hurried back to the crash site, all that was left was a raging sea of fire from the explosion.
His face turned deathly pale. He charged toward the flames, but bystanders grabbed him and said, “Are you trying to die?”
His eyes were bloodshot, full of desperation. “My wife’s still in there! I have to save her!”
People around him sighed with sympathy. “She’s probably already gone, man. I’m sorry.”
He punched one of them straight in the face. “Shut the hell up! My wife is fine. She’s not gone! Don’t you dare curse her like that!”
The guy cursed under his breath but didn’t fight back.
Sebastian tried to run into the flames again, but was pulled back by others. “Let go of me! My wife’s in there waiting for me to save her!”
Tears were pouring down his face, making him look completely deranged.
People started trying to talk him down, reminding him to think of his parents back home.
Then, someone who recognized him clicked his tongue and said, “Hey, I remember you. Weren’t you the one carrying some woman who’d miscarried? That woman wasn’t your wife… She was your mistress, wasn’t she?”
Suddenly, all the sympathetic looks around him turned to disgust.
“So he’s just a scumbag. All that dramatic sobbing. What is he, an actor?”
“His wife and mistress were in the same car crash, but he chose to save the mistress. If I were his wife, I’d make damn sure he never came near me again.”
