Later that evening, a notification appeared—it was Roxanne’s latest post.
The caption read, “Someone was worried that my hand hurt too much and insisted on feeding me steak himself.”
The photo was of Sebastian smiling warmly, cutting up the steak for her.
His best friend, Liam Scott, commented, “Woof. Public affection overkill. We get it. You’re the dream couple. Leave the rest of us single folks alone.”
Liam had always looked down on me and believed I wasn’t worthy of being Sebastian’s wife because I came from a family of traditional medicine practitioners.
Funnily enough, though, Roxanne only got into that prestigious university because I sponsored her.
I moved into the guest room that night and didn’t care how late the two of them got home. I must have been truly exhausted, because I actually slept until 10:00 am the next day.
What surprised me was that Sebastian hadn’t gone to work. He was sitting on the couch reading the paper. When he heard me, he walked over and touched my forehead. “You slept in really late. Are you feeling okay?”
I didn’t respond. I just headed to the kitchen to get some warm water. It was a habit of mine.
However, Sebastian handed me a glass from the coffee table. “Here. I poured you some.”
I hesitated. This was the first time he had handed me a drink since reconnecting with the Chesson family.
I took a sip and found that it was cold. I set the glass down. “We’ve been married ten years, yet you still don’t remember that I had surgery for a stomach bleed and can’t drink cold water?”
His expression froze, looking suddenly a little ridiculous, then turned sour. He shoved me. I fell to the ground. My uninjured hand scraped hard against the floor, drawing blood.
He snapped coldly, “You haven’t had stomach issues in three years. When did cold water become such a big deal?”
It was because he hadn’t paid attention to me for the last three years. That was when it hit me—he was now officially “Mr. Chesson”.
Suppressing the rising emotions in my chest, I leaned against the table to help myself up. “Sebastian, I was in that mountain town the day the earthquake hit.”
“I thought you were on a business trip.” His eyes widened in shock. He clearly hadn’t known about that.
It turned out that he only claimed I was his wife to protect that young lady whom I sponsored. But what would he do if he knew the truth?
Sebastian was the heir of the Chesson family. Finding out the truth about me would’ve been an easy task for him. He just didn’t care enough to bother.
He glanced at my bloody palm and looked a little concerned. He headed upstairs to grab the first-aid kit.
As he patched me up, he said in that rare, gentle tone, “I’ve moved Rox into one of my other properties and hired people to look after her.”
He held my hand and softly said, “Grandpa’s birthday party is coming up. I want you to come home with me this time.”
It would be the first time the Chesson family actually allowed me, his legal wife, to step foot in their home.
But I already knew from Roxanne’s social media that she’d been there plenty of times.
