She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

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 couldn’t face my own doing…” I loathe the coward that

me, one last

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

Ma’am,” The bartender brings up a drink for her at

sourness in my chest makes me

one who wanted

close to me, and like a mean kid throwing a tantrum, I pull her seat into me, grabbing the back

my phone, and she remains mine,

distance between us. We used to have

skin on my face. I miss her, so much. I never thought of myself as a Justful man. I didn’t want to have sex with Scar. I hated her for forcing my hand, and

time

+25 BONUS

Scar, it became my

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

at

it was “making love“, not just,