Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

There’s only one possible explanation for this… Sebastian must’ve entered my personal information and facial recognition data into the security system long ago! I haven’t returned to the country at the time as we were still fighting at the time…

Having regained some of her courage, Sasha then headed straight for their former home.

The villa’s garden was still locked by the wrought iron gates which were icy-cold in the winter. It looked deserted and barren surrounded by withered flowers and trees, and even the playground that the kids loved was covered by a layer of dust.

Why on earth would he even think of coming here with the state that it’s in?

Regardless of what she thought, Sasha scanned her face at the front gate and entered the garden anyway.

The front door to the house was unlocked, and the place looked completely empty.

“Sebby? Are you there?” she called out cautiously when she got to the living room, but the deafening eerie silence in the long-abandoned villa was all that greeted her.

Could it be that he’s already left?

She lowered her head in disappointment at the thought of that, only to notice a fresh set of footprints on the dusty floor.

Her eyes immediately lit up with excitement, and she quickly followed them up to the third floor.

Why is the villa in such a state? Sebastian stayed in the countryside after getting into a fight with Frederick, and later moved into the Wand residence with me after my return. I thought he had sold the villa, but it turns out he didn’t… If that’s the case, why not have someone clean the place on a regular basis or something? That way, we could stay over every now and then.

as she pulled her hand back upon touching the dusty staircase

out once again outside the familiar-looking bedroom door,

the sound of something

she shouted while opening the

my god! He really

thick curtains weren’t drawn, and she could see him lying motionless on the bed with his

of the bedroom that had always been sparkly clean every time she came

the tables, chairs, ornaments, and even the paintings on

were chunks of wood

really that

toward his bed as she

out to touch his forehead and see if he was sick, only to have

are you

heard that and simply stared

of concern when he didn’t come home last night, but

glint in his bloodshot eyes as he pulled her hard with both hands, causing her to lose her balance and fall on top

“Ah…”

a groan in pain and tried to struggle free, only to have him reverse their positions in one

of hers, he began raining down a barrage of kisses