The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 82

Sebastian picked up his car key and went straight out of the office, completely ignoring Linda's existence. Linda did not give up and followed him out. She shouted hysterically, "Brother-in-law, please believe me. I swear to God that everything I said is true."

"I'm warning you. Stop following me!"

Sebastian stared at her with sharp eyes, and his whole body emitted an eerie chill. Linda was shocked and dared not move. She muttered to herself, "Believe it or not, what I said is the truth..."

When he got home, Yasmine was not back yet. He took out his mobile phone and called her. "Where are you?"

"I'm having dinner with Lily. Do you want to come over?"

"Oh, no, I just wanted to hear your voice. You go ahead and eat. I'm hanging up."

"Okay."

Yasmine hung up the phone. Lily asked, "Who was it? Your man?"

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"It seems that you both are getting along well."

"Not too bad, indeed."

Yasmine was a little worried. "Lily..." She called her name. Lily frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" "Do you think that there shouldn't be any secrets between two people who love each other?"

"What do you mean?"

"For example, even if it's a secret that will hurt the other party, it shouldn't be kept from them?"

"Can you just tell me frankly what exactly you're thinking? I'm not that smart and I can't twist my brain."

Yasmine hesitated for a moment and told her the truth. "I want to tell him why I married him."

Lily shook her head in horror. "No, no, you can't."

"Why?"

"Which man would allow a woman to use him as a tool for revenge? What's more, Sebastian had been deceived by a woman before."

"But if I don't say it, I'll always feel guilty in my heart. I'm hesitant. I wanted to tell him many times before, but I'm afraid that he can't accept it. I care about this hard-earned relationship very much."

"Since you care about it, you must protect it well. Only a fool will confess everything to a man. There are some things that you shouldn't say even if you're husband and wife. Don't think that he will forgive you even though he loves you now. If you are not a hundred percent sure that he will forgive you, you can't take this risk."

Lily's words made Yasmine fall into a state of hesitation. She struggled in her heart. One voice was encouraging her to confess, and the other warned her that she must not do it.

"But I've always felt that even if I don't say it, this matter will not be kept from him for too long. No secret lasts forever..."

"At least wait for your relationship with Sebastian to mature and deepen. At that time, even if he can't accept it, he won't be willing to let you go. Don't you think it's not the right time now? You've just fallen in love with each other."

That was what bothered Yasmine. Every morning when she woke up, she would tell herself that she had to confess today. But every night before going to bed, she would tell herself that it was better to confess tomorrow. As time went by, the best explanation of her avoiding it was that she did not have the courage to confess.

Another explanation was that she did not have enough confidence in Sebastian's love.

Sebastian was working in the study when Yasmine came back. She stood by the door and stuck her head in with a smile. "Hi, I'm back."

"Come and give me a kiss."

Sebastian waved his hand. She walked over gently and kissed him on his cheek.

"What did you eat at night?"

"Anyway, it's not crabs."

He smiled and said, "Are you afraid of eating crabs now?"

"I'm not just afraid, my stomach hurts when I see them."

"Then, I'll take you to eat other dishes next time." "Yes, and with some liquor, it'll be perfect." The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Yasmine stretched and said, "Are you going to work for a long time? I'm going to take a shower first."

"Well, I may need a while. You go shower and sleep first."

She nodded, turned around and walked out of the door. When she was about to step out of the door, Sebastian suddenly stopped her, "Yasmine."

"Yes?" Yasmine was surprised.

She turned around and blinked her big clear eyes.

Looking at her eyes, Sebastian swallowed his words and said, "Forget it. It's all right. You can go now."

Yasmine smiled grumpily and closed the door for him. Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not ask what he should not ask, or she would definitely think that he did not love her enough. Love was trusting each other, right?

Yasmine took a shower and came to her secret room. She took out a small key and opened the drawer of the desk. There was a dark green diary in the center of the drawer. When she was very young, she had the habit of journaling because there were too many sad things that could not be told to others, so journaling became the only way for her to vent her emotions.

When she was writing halfway, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. Sebastian came in and said, "By the way, the contract your father signed today wasn't stamped. Inform him to bring his stamp to the company tomorrow."

Yasmine did not expect him to show up so suddenly. She closed the diary in panic and stuffed it into the drawer, saying incoherently, "Oh...okay." "Haven't you taken a shower yet?"

"I'm going now."

She stood up nervously and dragged Sebastian out. He looked back at the drawer that was closed by her and glanced at her panicked expression. For some reason, his mood sank.

Yasmine entered the bathroom, but Sebastian did not leave the room. His eyes swept over to the door of the room. After a while, he could not hold back any longer, and quietly went back into the room.

Standing in front of the desk, he clenched and loosened his fist alternately. Although he was clear that this behavior was not good, he still could not resist it. He reached out to open the drawer and saw the dark green diary.

Sebastian thought of Linda's words and Yasmine's expression just now. He flipped open the diary with an uneasy heart.

He did not start from the last page, nor did he start from the first page. Instead, he started from the middle. The first entry he read made his mind blow.

On 13th March, it was sunny.

Today, the revenge plan that I had been planning for many years finally showed progress. I heard that the mother of the pervert of a man who divorces often believes in God. So I paid a high price to a monk at Mount Emperor and asked him to tell the elderly lady, that only by choosing certain surnames for their potential daughter-in-law, they could avoid the tragedy of her son's repeating divorce. The lady actually believed it. Henry and Dorothy would surely send their daughter up for the marriage in return for a huge amount of money, and I'm the best candidate. I'll definitely take this opportunity to make that man fall for me and then the people who had once trampled on me will be under my feet.

Sebastian's hand trembled and the diary fell to the ground. He closed his eyes painfully. The moonlight shone through the window on his pale face.

He did not want to read any further, nor did he need to see it again. He walked out of the room in a daze, as if he had fallen into a deep abyss. When he walked into the study, he saw a cup beside his desk. He picked it up and smashed it on the wall angrily. The cup broke, and his hand was scratched. Blood dripped down his trembling fingers onto the floor.

Being cheated for the first time was an accident, but being cheated for the second time meant that he was really an idiot. His blood was boiling, and his blood vessels seemed like they were going to explode. He was in so much pain, he felt that it was better to die than to live.

"Thump! Thump!" There was a knock on the door, and Yasmine's gentle voice came from outside, "Sebastian, why did you lock the door?"

He took a deep breath, and the stiff lines on his face suddenly returned to normal. He picked up the cup on the ground and threw it into the trash can, and cleaned the blood stains on the wall. Then he went to the door and opened it.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yasmine looked at him nervously. He smiled and said, "Nothing. I just fell asleep on the table." He deliberately hid his injured hand behind him, so that she would not see it. Yasmine bit her lip and said, "Don't work too late. Go to bed early."

"Okay."

Watching her turn around and leave, his heart was cut open and blood kept flowing out. The old wounds had not yet healed, and new injuries had been added. He really should not have opened his closed heart and let himself get hurt without warning again.

Late at night, he came out of the study and walked into the bedroom. She left the warm yellow lamp on the bedside table switched on for him. The soft light shone on Yasmine's sleeping face. She breathed evenly and her eyelashes fluttered occasionally, as if she could feel that someone was looking at her intently.

Sebastian gently lay down and stretched out his unhurt hand to hold her slender waist.

The light went out, and his heart fell into boundless darkness at that moment.

Early the next morning, Yasmine opened her hazy eyes and saw Sebastian's handsome side face. She got up and crept into the bathroom.

By the time she came out, Sebastian had already woken up. He was leaning against the bed, spitting thin smoke.

She was slightly surprised because she had never seen him smoking first thing after getting up in the morning. She stepped forward in confusion and was about to speak when she found that his hand was wrapped with gauze. "What happened to your hand?"

Sebastian smiled dotingly and said, "It's all right. I accidentally got scratched by a metal sheet on the bookshelf."

"Is it serious? Let me take a look."

"It's not serious. It's just a scratch."

He put out the cigarette in his hand, flipped the quilt and got out of bed. Yasmine quickly took out a shirt from the wardrobe and handed it to him. After putting on the shirt, Sebastian went into the bathroom to wash up. He stood by the mirror beside the sink, and a cold and desperate smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Before heading out, Yasmine put on his necktie for him as usual, and she did not realize anything unusual. Suddenly, he asked purposefully, "Do you have anything to say to me?"