"Mr. Gilbert loves Ms. Harding so much! She just had a little scare, and he walked away from a billion-dollar contract without blinking—stayed by her side the whole time. Her room is overflowing with gifts and supplements. I just saw him spoon-feeding her porridge himself!"
"That's so sweet! This is what real love looks like when a man has power. But wait—isn't Mr. Gilbert married?"
"Oh, you mean that notorious slut? She cheated before the wedding. Damaged goods. Mr. Gilbert's just too kind, letting her keep the title. As if someone like her deserves to be called Mrs. Gilbert."
Slut.
The word dragged me back to my wedding night, when Sebastian had spat it at me with the same contempt.
I'd walked into the bedroom still wearing my gown, words of explanation ready on my lips—and froze.
Two pale bodies tangled on our marriage bed.
The moment I recognized Sebastian and Narelle, something inside me snapped. I grabbed everything within reach and hurled it at them, screaming.
Sebastian shielded her with his body. Dressed her with gentle hands. Called a car and sent her away with tender care.
Only then did he look at me.
I was shattered, sobbing, demanding to know why.