He hesitated, but then spat, “What else? My dad’s amazing. What makes someone like you think you’re good enough to marry him? Once my dad and Auntie Adele get married, you can keep living here as our maid. I’ve seen him secretly preparing the wedding. Auntie Adele is so pretty, and she even knows how to race. She’ll look like a real fairy in a wedding dress. Only she is good enough to be my mom.”
I had already decided to leave. But hearing that Sebastian was planning a wedding for Adele still stung.
I couldn’t help but remember how he used to hold my waist and say with that soft, loving voice, “You’re the most beautiful and kind girl I’ve ever met. You’ve given so much for this family. When the race is over, I promise I’ll give you a romantic wedding. You deserve it, my beautiful wife.”
So, when exactly did it all change? When did those sweet words turn into insults like housewife, washed-up, maid?
It wasn’t that he didn’t want a wedding. He just didn’t want one with me.
I shoved the ache in my chest aside and looked down at Christian.
“Don’t worry. This ordinary woman will be out of your sight very soon.”