Chapter 4

Having barely survived the ghastly party, I dragged my exhausted body back to my room.

My phone vibrated. Opening the notification, I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice.

It was a screenshot of an Instagram post: Sebastian had posted my lingerie photo up.

Beneath it were innumerable disgusting comments, and he had even replied to a few of them.

“How generous man, sharing this kinda photo of your girlfriend.”

“Bros before hoes. If I get a peep, so do you guys.”

“No joke, your girl has a hell of a body. Just looking at the photo gets me worked up.”

Staring at the screen, a laugh suddenly burst from my lips as tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. My heart felt as though hit by a sledgehammer, my chest suffocated.

I had underestimated how much of a bastard Sebastian could be.

I had agreed to the lingerie photo on his behalf, only to be proven a fool.

I pulled a box out from the nightstand drawer and took out a photo I had smoothed over countless times.

Tears blurred my vision, drops of it dripping onto the photo.

What on earth had I been doing all this time? Just for a familiar face, I had nearly ruined myself.

I truly had been an utter fool.

I made no effort to suppress my sobbing. Sebastian hesitated outside the door for a long time before pushing it open and stepping inside.

When our eyes met, I caught the guilty flicker hidden deep within his gaze.

So he was capable of guilt.

Sebastian’s eyes shifted downward, landing on the photo in my hands.

“Who’s that?”

He asked as his expression darkened.

I remained silent. Looking at him like this, I felt a strange flash of gratification.

His chest heaved rapidly as he suppressed his temper to ask once more:

“Who is that? Speak!”

“Who do you think?” I asked back softly.

My reaction seemed to confirm his suspicion. He let out a cold laugh.

“You’re something else. You cheated on me? Who’s the bastard? At least find a fresh face. Why would you land on my double? What game are you playing?”

I almost laughed out of my mind, hearing the idiot.

Tired with the conversation, I reached out to take the photo back, but he held it up high out of my reach.

My expression hardened. “Give it back. You’re not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him. Also, get out. This is my room.”

Sebastian didn’t realize that the moment he saw the photo, his heart was trembling. He was afraid.

He yanked open the wardrobe, ripping apart every single white dress shirt inside. Still unsatisfied, he trashed the entire bedroom, turning it into a wreck.

Seeing me bend over to pick up the photo from the floor, his eyes flushed blood-red. Striding over, he yanked on my nightgown.

Unable to fend him off, I could only kick and strike at him. Feeling the cold air hit my chest, I summoned every ounce of strength to land a heavy kick on him.

“Get the hell away from me! Don’t touch me!”

It was the first time I had ever been this hysterical. His movements froze, and he redirected his fury toward the photo. Reaching over, he set out to destroy it.

Paying no mind to my exposed neckline, I fought with everything I had, yet I couldn’t stop him. I could only watch helplessly as the photo was ripped to pieces.

My hands moved in frantic motions, trying to piece it back together, tears streaming down my face.

“You absolute scumbag! I hate you!”

Meeting my hatred-filled eyes, Sebastian’s hand trembled slightly.

“Fine. Let’s break up then!”

With those parting words, he slammed the door and stormed off. He didn’t return for days.

I didn’t crawl after him like I always had. It was time to end this absurd relationship.

For the first time, I felt regret. I regretted turning myself into a fool for this scumbag, and more for ever crossing paths with him at all.

But it was fine now. Everything would be resolved soon, and I would never have to see him again.

I didn’t sleep a wink that night, curling up on the sofa and sitting there till dawn.

Early next morning, one of Sebastian’s friends called to say he was wasted, calling out my name, and wanted me to pick him up.

“We broke up. Whatever happens to him has nothing to do with me.”

Calls came in one after another, accompanied by text messages from unknown numbers, all accusing me of being cold-blooded and heartless.

Without so much as reading them, I deleted and blocked every single one, winning back some peace and quiet for myself.

One afternoon, while I was packing my things, someone banged on the door.

“Cynthia, open up! Seb’s in trouble!”

I had no intention of responding, but then I heard him shout:

“Seb was drag racing at the track! We couldn’t stop him, and he got into an accident. The doctor says his face might be ruined!”

My footsteps froze. Trembling, I pulled the door open, wanting to confirm whether this was just another one of Sebastian’s sick pranks.

But the man outside grabbed me and pulled me into the car, then drove all the way to the hospital.

The moment I pushed open the ward door and saw the person lying on the bed, my legs almost gave out.