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.

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

me, one

end of an ask,

drink, Ma’am,” The bartender brings up a drink

and the sourness in my

you the one who wanted a drink with

her go and she flinches back as if scared. Even such a move stings my eyes. She hates being close to me, and like a mean kid throwing a tantrum, I

can’t leave. She hasn’t returned my phone,

attempt to keep the last distance between us. We used to have negative distance between us, and now even at an arm’s length, it’s too close

thought of myself as a Justful man. I didn’t want to

time

+25 BONUS

Scar,

soft body submitting to

eyes when she gazes at me

it was “making love“, not