Chapter 3
The next day, we went to the family dinner. Throughout the entire meal, Sebastian acted completely normal–which somehow made me hate myself even more. Because the old me would’ve thrown down my chopsticks and started a massive fight right there at the table. Back then, I thought I had my priorities straight: no matter how crazy I was about a guy, I’d always put myself first.
But now I couldn’t even work up the courage to ask the question burning in my chest. I was terrified he’d actually confirm my worst fears, and then I’d be the one left looking like a complete fool.
Sebastian was the first to push back from the table. He grabbed his jacket, said goodbye to his parents, and was already heading for the door when he turned back to me like an afterthought: “I told the driver to take you home. Got some stuff to handle this afternoon.”
He used to tell me about every little errand he had to run. When we went out together, he’d never just ditch me like this.
He’d never said the words “I love you” straight out, but for three years, he’d been absolutely perfect to me in every other way.
He remembered every anniversary, never brushed off anything I said, paid attention to every mood swing, and went out of his way to make sure I was happy. He was so patient with all my flaws and quirks. Even when I screwed up, he’d just smile, ruffle my hair, and gently show me the right way to do things.
That’s why I’d been so sure he loved me. Nobody could be that tender, that patient with someone they didn’t actually care
about.
But I guess I’d completely forgotten one crucial, soul–crushing detail: Sebastian had always been a genuinely good person. He was kind to everyone–I just happened to have the title of “wife,” so I got the premium treatment.
At the time, I had no idea that this ridiculous thought I’d initially dismissed would slither around my brain like a venomous snake in the days to come.
From that day forward, Sebastian started leaving early and coming home late. The only thing that stayed consistent was his morning routine of stealing a good–morning kiss before heading out.
I kept clinging to that little “habit” like a lifeline, trying to convince myself everything was fine. But I was dying inside–constantly bouncing between wanting to demand answers and forcing myself to stay quiet. The stress was eating me alive, leaving me tossing and turning all night, unable to get even a moment’s peace.
One night I was tossing and turning so violently that I woke Sebastian up. He pulled me against his chest, lips brushing my neck as he murmured, “Is your period coming? You can’t sleep, right? Maybe it’ll help if I hold you?”
The second I heard that gentle concern in his voice, tears just started streaming down my face. I’d always prided myself on not being one of those dramatic, clingy women who spiral over every little thing that might not even be real.
But here I was, consumed by the exact kind of insecurity I used to roll my eyes at. My head was spinning with all the intimate details about Charlotte and Sebastian’s relationship that she’d made sure to flaunt in front of me over the years. I’d witnessed their fairy–tale romance firsthand. And the worst part? Charlotte had been the one to break up with him…
“Sebastian…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “When you get back from your business trip, let’s talk.”
I was fighting to keep my voice sounding normal. I’d finally decided we needed to have a completely honest
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conversation–whether he’d been there that night or not, whatever his reasons were, I just desperately needed an answer that would put an end to this paranoid hell I was living in.
He was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open, mumbling against my hair, “Mmm… yeah, okay…”
However, we still haven’t waited for the day to sit down and have a calm chat.
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