Chapter 22

Chapter 22

BLAIRE

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I stretch out my arm only

to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. I slowly opened my

eyes and looked around the dimly lit room, but I couldn't find any traces

of Sebastian. The bathroom is also dark, so he’s probably not there as

well. Something is bothering me. I don’t know why, but I'm feeling

unsettled. I got up, reached for my nightgown, and wrapped it around

my b*dy. The whole house is dark. I waited until my eyes started to

adjust before I started walking. I'm not sure where to find Sebastian at

this hour, so I don't know exactly where I am going.

“Sh*t! So st upid,” I mumbled to myself when I realized that I should

have just called him instead of fumbling in the darkness. It's not

practical as well to shout for his name, or I'll end up waking up

everyone in the house. I decided to go back to our room and look for

my phone. But just when I was about to turn around, I heard voices

talking from afar. I walked until the end of the hallway to find Sebastian

and Catherine talking on the veranda.

“Why can’t you just take me back, Sebastian?” It was Catherine's vojce.

“We are done, Catherine. I'm already married to your sister. Stop doing

this nonsense,” Sebastian answered.

“I know deep in your heart, you still have feelings for me. If not, you

wouldn't be here, sneaking with me in the middle of the night. Admit it,

you still love me,” Catherine insisted.

I hate the Catherine is somehow making a point. I wanted to trust

Sebastian. I wanted to believe that he would do the right thing. But at

the same time, I have doubts in my heart. She's his first love. They

have history. And I saw how devastated he was when Catherine ran

away on the night of their engagement.

“I came here because you threatened to Kill yourself if I didn’t,” he

answered.

I gasped, and my hand automatically moved and covered my mouth

when I heard that. I can't believe she would actually say that.

“And that's the reason why I certainly believe that you still have feelings

for me. You still care for me. Please, let's get back together. We're the

ones wh ore supposedly engaged anyway. I should be the one beside

you, not Blaire. She's just a replacement on my behalf. Now that I'm

back, she can back off and leave.”

“Let me get this straight, Catherine. I came here because I don't want

blood in my house or in my hands. Care? Yes, I do care for you

because you're my wife's sister. That's

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all,” he replied.

“Whether you believe me or not, I know you more than you know

yourself, Sebastian. You still have feelings for me; I'm sure of that.

You're just blinded by your anger because I left, she insisted, feeling

desperate.

“We are just going in circles. You should go back to your room; it's late

and cold. You might get sick,” he said. He sounded worried. I can’t help

but wonder if Catherine was right all along. What if Sebastian still has

feelings for her, but he just can't admit them? “Kiss me, Sebastian,

Catherine blurted out.

I don’t know if I should stay there and continue watching them, or if I

should step out and stop whatever's about to happen. Despite the

choices I have, my b*dy can’t seem to move. I stay still and watch

everything unfold.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Kiss me and tell me I'm wrong. If you don't have feelings for me, then

a k*ss wouldn't hurt, right?”

“Catherine,” he couldn't even finish what he's about to say next.

Catherine quickly grabbed him and claimed his lips.

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't move an inch. I wanted to run to them

and scream at them, but I couldn't. I was expecting him to push her and

be mad at her. But that as well didn’t happen. Instead, Sebastian

wrapped her arms around Catherine's waist and deepened the k*ss.

I feel like my world is collapsing right before my eyes. I couldn't believe

what was happening. My legs don’t seem to work. I was fixated on the

ground and was forced to watch my husband betray me. It makes me

doubt if what he said before was true. Is there really nothing going on

between them? Did he lie to me?

It took me long enough to witness everything I needed to see. I took a

deep breath and decided to turn around and walk away. There's no

point in screaming at them and blaming them for everything. Besides,

Catherine is right. She’s mine; I'm just her replacement. She should be

the one in my position.

The hallway was dark, but it doesn’t seem to bother me. I feel like my

mind took an autopilot, and I just let my b*dy drag me back to our room.

I looked at the bed, trying to figure out whether I should sleep there or

lock myself inside the closet like I always do. But then, I quickly

realized: What good does it make? I still have to face them and talk to

them tomorrow.

I suddenly felt tired. I dragged my feet to bed and laid down. I get a

glance at the clock. on top of the table, and it's only eleven in the

evening. I closed my eyes and tried to,

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force myself to sleep, but I couldn't. The moment I closed my eyes,

images of what happened a while ago came flashing back vividly. It

was as if I was forced to watch it over and over again.

It didn't take long before I heard the door creak. I tried to even out my

breathing so he wouldn't notice that I was awake: I felt his weight on

the other side of the bed, and he lay down. I held my breath when I felt

his warm breath against my nape and his arms around my waist.

I wanted to push him; I couldn't bear to stay this close to him. He

k*ssed another woman in our house, yet he had the audacity to hug me

as if nothing had happened. I clenched the edge of my pillow when I felt

his soft lips planting k*sses from my shoulder to my neck. I don't know

how long I can stay like this.

“Hmmm...” I groan as I try to remove his arm from my waist.

“I missed you,” he whispered against my neck.

How dare he say that after he k*ssed another woman? I couldn't bear it

much longer.

“I'm tired. Let me sleep,” I told him coldly.

I felt his whole b*dy stiffen. He was taken aback. “Is everything alright,

love?"

“I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. That's all,” I responded arrogantly

before pulling the blanket up to my neck and cocooning myself inside it.

I heard his sharp breath. “Okay, goodnight. You're probably tired

because of the cake,”

he said.

I felt him lowering his head towards my face, so I quickly pulled the

blanket over my head to stop him from k*ssing me.

I want nothing to do with that filthy mouth of his.

I

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