Sebastian’s breath hitched and his eyes instantly turned cold.
"Brianna is my fiancée," he snapped. "Who do you think I love more?"
"When we started, we agreed to take what we needed from each other. If you weren’t so fragile, you wouldn’t even be here serving me now."
Eliza immediately pulled away from him, her face twisting with emotion as she began to cry.
"I almost died serving you! If you can’t appreciate me, then go find someone else!" she sobbed.
Sebastian’s greatest fear was always a woman’s tears. So, without hesitation, he pulled Eliza into his arms, kissing her gently, trying to soothe her until she was left gasping for breath.
I stood there, numb, as they moved from the sofa to the master bedroom and then to the bathroom. The realization hit me again: Sebastian never loved me.
After his accident, I’d silently wiped away my tears every day, careful to hide my swollen eyes.
Yet, he never noticed. Instead, he scolded me for being “pretentious,” accusing me of trying to manipulate him with my tears.
He openly embraced every woman who crossed his path, telling me that, although he’d once loved me, it didn’t matter anymore. He was free to enjoy himself with no debt to me.