“Just fill in your name and give it to me.”
Sebastian Holt impatiently tapped the table. I stared at the marriage application, my fingertips gently rubbing the rough edges of the paper as my thoughts drifted.
In my previous life, I solemnly filled in my own name as if I were handling a sacred decree, then excitedly dragged Sebastian to buy our wedding things.
All I ended up getting was a harsh scolding from him because he was rushing back to take care of Vivian Hayes during her period.
Now I just responded dismissively, “I got it.”
I glanced up at his anxious expression and that hand that kept checking his watch. He was wearing a white shirt today with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
I remembered that Vivian loved this look on him most. She said it made him look clean and refreshed.
“If you have something urgent to handle, go ahead,” I said, suppressing the bitterness rising in my heart while feigning nonchalance.
“I’ll submit it myself after filling it out.”
He was visibly relieved, his tone softening somewhat. “Don’t worry. Since we’re getting married, I’ll take responsibility for you.
“But stop being jealous of Vivian from now on—if others find out, it’ll damage her reputation.”
I remained silent.
I had explained myself countless times in my previous life, but in his eyes, I was just a jealous and petty sister who could not tolerate her gentle and kind younger sister.
He said nothing more and hurriedly turned to leave. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat, but my mind could not stop replaying scenes from my previous life.
On our wedding night, he used the excuse of caring for my sick sister and never came home.
Later, when his military posting required relocation, he only took Vivian along, saying she had never been to the capital before.
Even on the day our son was born, Sebastian was not available as he was busy comforting Vivian through her divorce.
