Caleb Anderson looked at me, then at Sebastian. He pondered for a moment and said, “Mr. Holt, since you have no relationship with Rachel, you cannot process her withdrawal.”
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Sebastian wanted to say more but was interrupted by Caleb. “Mr. Holt, if there’s nothing else, please leave. I have work to handle.”
In the following days, Sebastian continued to haunt me like a persistent ghost. His harassment was unbearable and affected my study efficiency. What made it even worse was
that Vivian came too.
“Seb, please, let’s go back and get divorced! I don’t want this. I don’t want to steal my sister’s husband. I–I’m a terrible person…”
She tugged at Sebastian’s sleeve, sobbing uncontrollably. Sebastian held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back.
“Viv, sweetheart, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault. We’ll go back right now. It’s my fault for making you suffer…”
Vivian cried pitifully and made a show of kneeling before me. “Rach, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with Seb. I know you misunderstood my relationship with him.”
“Don’t kneel. It’s my fault for making you suffer. We’ll go back right now.”
He even glared at me, his eyes seeming to accuse me of being ‘unreasonable‘.
More and more students gathered around, pointing and whispering. I could not be bothered to watch this farce any longer and turned to leave.
Let them perform if they wanted–I would not be their audience.
Vivian was quite capable, as Sebastian stopped coming that very day.
