Chapter 9

My son!

That's my other son! Sasha was nearly in hysterics as she jumped at the chance to tell the boy the

truth. But at that moment, the piece of scum kneeling in front of lan cut in, saying, “She's no one. If

you don't want to go to preschool today, Luke can bring you downstairs to play and get a snack.”

lan immediately nodded at the mention of food. Sasha could only watch helplessly as Luke brought

the child away. “Why did you tell him I'm no one?

He's my son!” “Oh, really? As far as I'm concerned, his mommy is dead. She has her own gravestone

at the cemetery and everything.” Sebastian walked over to the wine cooler to pour a glass of red

wine for himself, elegantly drinking from it as he sat on a sofa in the living room and ignored

Sasha's presence.

Although infuriated, she knew deep in her heart that what he said made sense. He's right. From this

son’s point of view, I'm dead. How am I going to explain things to him if I ask him to call

me “Mommy”? Am I going to tell him I was actually alive after abandoning him all those years ago?

All the blood drained from Sasha's face as she chewed on her bottom lip. Sebastian noticed this and

sneered at her, “Now do you get it? Do you still want me to tell him that you're his mommy?” She

clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Then what is it that you want? If you

don't want our son to know I'm his mother, why did you bring me here?

Do you still want me to diagnose you? I've told you before, I wouldn't check to see what was wrong

with you, even if you were on your deathbed!” she growled through gritted teeth. Sebastian

shrugged, unperturbed. “You're thinking too deeply into it. You may be a jack of all trades, but

you're a master of none. I'm not so dumb as to put my life in your hands.”

Sasha had grown so furious that she quieted down. “Then why did you bring me here?” “You still

haven't figured it out? Sasha, do you know the suffering you caused when you “died”? Do you know

the pain that everyone who cared for you had to go through?” By the end of his tirade, Sebastian's

tone had grown fiercer than she'd ever heard it.

He stared at her through narrowed eyes, resisting the urge to rip her up into pieces even as he

watched her stumble backwards. How could I ever forget Frederick and Aunt Sharon? Frederick Hayes

had been endlessly kind to her all those years ago, even when his own son didn't like her and

refused to acknowledge their marriage.

But besides that, he never really talked with her. Then, there was Aunt Sharon and her family. When

the Wands had become bankrupt and Sasha’s mother passed away from the shock of her father

being in jail, her aunt had taken up the responsibility of looking after what remained of the Wand

family. Aunt Sharon had truly cared and worried for her.

Yet Sasha repaid her by faking her death. Her eyes squeezed shut to block Sebastian's words out.

“That was all because of you!” “Because of me? Hah, way to push the blame onto others! Things

have ended the way they did because you agreed to the marriage! Having to sleep with you was

bearable if I used drugs, but no one forced you to marry me!”

This man is the devil! She'd thought that after having grieved over her death for five years, he would

at least show some mercy, but all he did was rip her old wounds apart and causing more pain with

his mockery. The gut-wrenching agony clawed at her from the inside, completely consuming her.

“You're right!

No one forced me! I was an idiot for marrying you! Are you satisfied now? I gave up my whole life

for nothing and deteriorated into the mess that I am now because of me! Is that enough for you?

Just go away..." Losing all sense of rationality, she grabbed anything within her reach and chucked it

at Sebastian.

Her bloodshot eyes filled with tears. For a second, her reaction shocked him. He probably never

expected Sasha to lose control like this. Is she mad? She can curse at me, but I'm not allowed to

retaliate? He quickly ducked the object that came flying his way. “Are you out of your mind? I'm

telling you, don't go all psycho here!

Even if you actually lose your mind, I'm still going to drag you home and let everyone take a good

look at your face!” Red in the face with fury, Sebastian spat out the ultimatum and left the room.

Seeing this, Sasha instantly made a break for the door. She barely took five steps from where she'd

been standing when the men in black reappeared out of nowhere and silently pulled out a

handgun, aiming it at her head. “Sebastian, you scumbag; you demon; you a*shole! Come back! Let

me out..."

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