LOGINAt a class reunion, my husband, Sebastian Smith, played a "how well do we know each other" game with Hanna Rodgers, the prettiest girl in our class. They answered twenty questions correctly in a row. The room erupted with cheers, and everyone urged them to drink from the same glass. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the two of them blush. Another classmate gave me a side eye. "Why are you upset? He didn't even know you didn't like cilantro. They're a handsome couple and have secretly loved each other for years. They're destined to be together. Let me give you a piece of advice. Stop fawning over him. It's beneath you." I glanced at them and kept quiet. Were they destined to be together? But Sebastian and I had been secretly married for three years. I was going to announce our marriage to the group. But before I could, Sebastian turned around and drank with another woman. The cheers stopped, and Sebastian texted me. "Honey, don't be mad. I'm here for a business deal. It's all just for show. I will make our relationship public when I get the chance later." I smiled. He saw me and smiled too. But I no longer needed him to make anything public. I had had enough of this life of hiding.
View MorePeople quickly gathered around us, curious eyes fixed on the scene.Sebastian opened the box to reveal a diamond ring that was bigger, brighter, and more extravagant than anything he had ever promised me in the past."Cassandra, marry me. This time, I'll make sure everyone knows you're my wife. I'll give you the wedding you deserve. I'll introduce you to my family, my friends, everyone. I'll go wherever you want to go. I'll support your designs, your work, everything you love. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'll love you properly," he vowed.I looked at him kneeling in front of me and slowly shook my head. "Sebastian, get up. It's too late.""No. It's not!" His voice broke as he tightened his grip on my hand. His fingers were ice-cold as they trembled uncontrollably."Cassandra, I know I was terrible. I shouldn't have hidden our marriage and let you suffer all these years. I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. You can hit me, yell at me. Anything.
I held the microphone and looked out at the audience. I said with a smile, "The person I want to thank most is myself, for refusing to give up when I was at my lowest, for having the courage to leave my comfort zone, and for never letting go of my dream."The auditorium erupted into applause.Two years ago, I arrived in Galssop with nothing but a suitcase. I started over from square one. I was just an assistant at Kaitlin's design studio. I made coffee, printed presentations, organized samples, and swept floors. It was grunt work, but I never complained.Whenever I had a free moment, I'd sit quietly beside the designers, watching them sketch to learn from them. As night fell, I'd return to my tiny apartment and practice until early in the morning.The turning point of my career eventually came. A client had rejected more than a dozen revisions for a certain project, and the lead designer was ready to throw in the towel. I volunteered to take one last shot. So, I stayed up all nig
Hanna froze. The coffee in her hand nearly sloshed over. "What are you saying? We've spent almost six months on this project. We've invested so much time, money, and manpower in this. You can't just walk away now!""I can." Sebastian stood and walked toward the huge windows. He had his back to her as he said, "Hanna, we shouldn't see each other anymore. Contact my assistant for anything work-related. It's over."All color drained from her face. She set the coffee down and walked toward him, her eyes already glistening. "What is that supposed to mean? Cassandra leaves, and suddenly, everything is my fault? Weren't you the one who said that you settled for her when you got married? "You said you've always loved me. You promised you'd divorce her and marry me when the time was right."Sebastian turned to face her. His eyes were calm but cold. "I never said anything about settling. She was my wife. We were married for three years. I failed her. I was selfish. I took her for grante
Sebastian stood outside my parents' house, his heart dropping to his stomach.My father's words forced him to recall the day I lost our baby. My stomach had hurt something terrible that day. I called him numerous times, but he didn't answer. When he finally returned the call, his voice was impatient as he snapped, "Cassandra, what is it? I'm in a meeting with Mr. Fisher. We'll talk when I get back."I endured the pain. My voice shook with every breath as I breathed, "Sebastian, my stomach hurts. I think something's wrong with the baby. Can you take me to the hospital?"He fell quiet for a few seconds before saying, "I can't leave now. Just call an ambulance. Hanna is here. I can't leave her here alone."He hung up on me right after that. I lay on the cold hardwood floor, drenched in sweat, and was barely conscious from the pain. In the end, it was a neighbor who heard me crying through the wall and hastily called 911.When I got to the hospital, the doctor told me there was no












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