She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

137 Dream time is up Sebastian's POV

As I watch her trying to engage me in a conversation, to keep me distracted with phony gratitude, I can taste only bitterness in my mouth no matter how much nerve-number I pour down.

I know why she could lie to me now- I'm no longer special to her.

I am to her now as is everyone else, a person she can use and not feel bad about it. Honesty is to her a " solid base for marriage". I ruined that marriage, and she is allowed to not give a damn to its base.

She was right. She built a home for me, for us. A real home, not just a house to live in, a harbor where I could relax from my day and recharge, where I was cared for to the extreme without paying anything. I broke that heaven into pieces without realizing what I had.

I watch her - I meant I "not notice" her steal my phone and give it to a guy I don't even know like the most awkward thief in the world that she is, tasting the bitter pain in my chest as if a thousand needles are piercing me. She has made her bed, then she has to lie in it, right?

She got me drunk, and she stuck herself in a conversation with me that she clearly hated, to have my phone, then she had to tolerate me. That's how it works.

"I'm sorry I hurt you because I couldn't face my own doing..." I loathe the coward that I am, only dare to say this with the excuse of being drunk, "Could you..." ...Forgive me, one last time?

I dare not ask. I know her answer. I guess I never understood her fear when she prepared a gift for a month, just to ask one simple question. Now on the other end of an ask, I can't even imagine where she found the courage and patience to ask over and over again, just for a piece of time with me, when I gave only cold, blunt rejections in return.

Ma'am," The bartender brings up a drink for her

I-" Scar wants to refuse, and the sourness in my chest makes me grab her wrist in

one who wanted

to me, and like a mean kid throwing a tantrum, I pull her seat into me, grabbing the back of her chair and keep her in my "territory". She can't leave. She hasn't returned my phone, and she remains mine,

her hand on my shoulder an attempt to keep the last distance between us. We used to have negative distance between us,

man. I didn't want to have sex with Scar.

time is

+25 BONUS

one time with Scar,

tender touch, her soft body submitting to me, her passionate panting, and most

she gazes at me with

her, it was

how much I have been missing you..." Grumbling by her ear, I grab her waist and press her into

I feel complete, finally.

long, and at this moment, I feel at