The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“How could you do this to me? I’m your wife, Sebastian! Don’t you think you went too far? You did all that just to test me? Don’t you think you’re too cruel?”

“How is that cruel? I did that in order to maintain the strength and purity of our relationship. You know me; I won’t touch anything that is contaminated by others,” he said again.

His tone was very matter-of-fact. There was no hint of anger in his voice, but his composure at that moment was disheartening to Sasha, who wished he had lost his temper at her.

“Fine. So, what now? Did you get what you wanted?”

Sebastian did not answer her question.

His silence was equivalent to an affirmative answer.

Sasha smiled wryly at the irony of the situation. A corner of her lip tilted into a half smile. “It’s no simple task to convince you of my innocence, Mr. Hayes.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows at her.

However, he said nothing as he merely opened up his laptop again and resumed his work.

His dismissiveness felt like a knife that drove deep into Sasha’s chest. She could not stand to be in his presence any longer. She squeezed her eyes shut to hold in her tears and whirled around to leave.

This was the first time she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Sasha left his office, Luke walked

you all right? Let me get you a glass

chair, clutching at his chest, when his assistant entered his office. A layer of

was white from shock when he

since Sebastian had coughed up blood just two days ago and ended

and grabbed the medication that he

his chest. However, he remained sprawled on his chair and the pain still clouded

Hayes, do you really have to do this? You want your wife to leave you, but do you have to pretend to be such a cruel, unfeeling person? The videotape issue was the legal

back in his chair as if

such a clever woman. If I don’t do this, how

cursed at her, humiliated her and even raised his hands against her, but like a fool, she stuck around

His eyes were bloodshot and tears pooled at their corners. His pale hand was holding so tightly onto his glass of water that it seemed as if he was about to crush

a loss

Mr. Hayes, what’s our next order

a cremation immediately. Then start

when he spoke of Frieda. Instead, they turned

“Right away, Mr.

turned around and left Sebastian’s office

with Frieda’s remains as soon as possible. There would be trouble

door, Sebastian suddenly called out, “How are