“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I’m out of film.”
I secretly rejoiced while maintaining a neutral expression. “Oh well, forget it then.”
Outside the studio, Sebastian pulled a train ticket from his pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room ticket to the capital, departing in four days.
“I didn’t mean to abandon you. I’ll get settled first and wait for you in the capital.”
The journey to the capital would take three days and nights. I could not fathom how he expected me to stand the entire way, especially since there was only one military dependent slot available.
Where would I even live once I got there?
However, asking now would not yield any satisfactory answers.
Seeing me accept the ticket, Sebastian visibly relaxed. “Don’t worry—even if you don’t live in military family housing, you’re still my only wife. I’ll treat you well from now on. I only see Viv as a sister.”
My expression softened slightly. When had he ever spoken such gentle words before?
Suddenly, a car shot out from around the corner, heading straight for us. Sebastian pulled Vivian into his arms and dodged to safety. In the chaos, someone pushed me.
The car was bearing down on me, but my body froze in terror. The vehicle swerved sharply and struck me, sending me flying and dragging me along the pavement.
Pain consumed me as darkness crept into my vision, cold sweat pouring down my face.
The driver frantically jumped out, stammering incoherently, “Miss, how are you? Are you okay?”
A crowd gradually gathered, pointing and whispering. Through the sea of onlookers, my gaze fixed steadily on Sebastian.
At this moment, he was still holding onto Vivian, comforting her. He was completely oblivious to my situation.
