“Your so–called ‘sibling affection‘ disgusts me to my core. Let me go, and let yourself go too.”
His face turned ashen, and he seemed at a loss for words.
I remembered when I first arrived at the Holts‘ as a child. The fear of being dependent on others‘ charity made me afraid to eat my fill.
At night, when the hunger became unbearable, I would sneak into the yard to eat leaves. Sebastian had caught me once.
He shared his snacks with me and comforted me, “Don’t be afraid, Rachel. I’ll protect you from now on.”
That moment of warmth made me fall deeper and deeper. That was why I was still willing to marry him in my previous life, even though Sebastian did not love me initially.
Over the next few days, Sebastian continued lurking around the campus. I deliberately avoided him, unwilling to have any further contact.
However, I never expected him to approach the dean about having me expelled.
When I was called to the dean’s office, Sebastian was sitting there, looking upright and formal.
Fury burned within me as I demanded, “Sebastian, what exactly do you want? What gives you the right to demand my expulsion?”
“I want you to come back with me.”
He stood up and walked toward me, reaching out to take my hand.
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However, I stepped back sharply, avoiding his touch.
“Go back? Go back to continue watching you and Vivian being all lovey–dovey?”
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His face stiffened, then he exploded in embarrassment, “Rachel, stop talking nonsense. We are husband and wife, after all. What’s the point of you running off to Southport like this, making us live apart indefinitely?”
I was almost amused by his shamelessness.
“Sebastian, Vivian is your wife! Her name is on the marriage certificate, and she’s the one you love!”
His face turned livid as he said through gritted teeth, “That was a mistake! Mistakes should be corrected!
“My past behavior made you misunderstand me. I won’t act that way anymore.”
My heart turned cold. Those familiar words… He had said the same thing in my previous life, yet he still turned around and carried on intimately with Vivian.
I turned to the dean, speaking earnestly, “Mr. Anderson, I truly want to continue studying
here. Please don’t make me
withdraw.”
