If you really care 8

If you really care 8

 

I then turned and went to the guest room to pack my belongings.

 

When Sebastian saw me packing, he kicked the suitcase open. “Are you running away just because you screwed up?”

 

“I have a patient in the next city,” I lied. I casually added, “Sebastian, let’s get a divorce.”

 

“No way!” He shoved me against the wall and kissed me like a starving dog gnawing on a bone, desperate to consume me.

 

His bite split my lip. The taste of blood filled my mouth. I shoved him away with all my strength and slapped him. “Are you insane?”

 

He clutched his face, his expression gloomy. “Yeah, maybe I am. Tessa, I told you that we’re married for life. Don’t say stuff like that.

 

“You keep pushing this, and it stops being funny. Your parents are dead. Where could you even go? And besides, you love me so much that you can’t leave me.”

 

The certainty in his voice was the biggest insult to our ten-year marriage.

 

My heart felt like it had been stabbed. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at him in disgust.

 

He stared at me like he was searching for something. Then he suddenly looked panicked as soon as he’d realized it.

 

The light in my eyes was gone.

 

“Tessa, why do you want a divorce? Is it because of Rox? I’ve said it many times—she’s just like a younger sister to me.

 

“And you’re the one who took her to that mountain area. That’s how she got caught in the earthquake. Aren’t you done being mad yet after hitting a pregnant woman?”

 

I was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. He had hurt me too many times with his words.

 

I said carelessly, “Maybe I was always just a toxic woman.”

 

Just then, my phone lit up with a message on the bed. My heart sank. Was that rogue texting again?

 

Sebastian picked it up and glanced at the screen, frowning.

 

“Why are you talking to my grandfather? He replied, ‘Got it.’ What’s that supposed to mean?”

 

I let out a breath of relief. A divorce agreement alone wouldn’t be enough if Sebastian refused to let go. But if Wayne got involved, this paper would be all I needed to walk away for good.

 

Sebastian’s eyes landed on the papers tucked in my jacket. “Why do you still have those documents? Don’t tell me you tricked me into signing the divorce papers.”

 

He reached for them. My heart skipped, and I quickly grabbed his hand.

If you really care

If you really care

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