Abigail’s eyes darted to the scarf, and her breath caught in her throat. It was the one she had painstakingly knitted for Sebastian on their second anniversary.
Abigail’s mind spiraled as she stared at the paused video. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, trembling.
She pressed play again.
The memory of Sebastian’s reaction when she gave him the scarf resurfaced vividly. His smile had been radiant, his joy uncontainable.
“Abby, I like it very much,” he had said, immediately wrapping it around his neck. “I’ll definitely cherish it.”
That moment had felt like a promise, one of countless assurances of their love.
But now, in the video, his words cut through her like shards of glass.
“Don’t be in a bad mood,” Sebastian said softly to Gabriella. “Wear it obediently. You’ll be cold later.”
He adjusted the scarf around her neck with a tenderness that was once hers. “If Gabriella doesn’t like it, you can do whatever you want with this scarf. But for now, you must wear it.”
Abigail’s heart clenched as she watched him hand over the scarf she had painstakingly knitted—a symbol of her love—and tell Gabriella she could treat it however she wished.