Sebastian reached out to pull me into an embrace, but I dodged him.
I coldly said, “Sebastian, we’re divorced. Leave. Don’t ever come looking for me again.”
It was like he had snapped. He grabbed my shoulders and yelled in my face, “Tessa, how can you be this heartless? We’ve known each other for 12 years and have been married for ten! Are you just going to throw all that away like it meant nothing?”
His grip tightened, hard enough to hurt me. I tried to push him off, but I couldn’t.
“Sebastian, let me go. Do you even have the right to say that? Weren’t you the one who gave up on us first?”
His eyes were bloodshot. “If I didn’t love you, then why would these past few months have been pure hell for me?
“Tess, haven’t you noticed that I’ve lost so much weight?”
Of course I had.
In just a few months, he looked like he’d aged a decade. His cheeks had sunken in, lines appeared around his eyes, and the tailored shirts that once fit perfectly now hung loosely on his frame.
“And what does that have to do with me?” My gaze was cold as I said, “Let go.”
His voice cracked with anguish. “No! Tess, I don’t believe that you’ve stopped loving me. You used to love me so deeply. I can’t believe that you’ve changed in just a few months.”
I had been calm up until that point, but hearing his last remark made my blood boil.
I slapped him hard across the face. “So you knew! You knew I loved you, and you used it as an excuse to tear me apart.
“What did I ever do to deserve the way you treated me? You humiliated me again and again. You make me sick to my stomach.”
The tears finally came, not for the man in front of me, who was a stranger now, but for the foolish woman I used to be.
Sebastian panicked when he saw me cry. His eyes filled with heartbreak and regret. I hadn’t seen such a look in years.
