Chapter 6

Sebastian arrived, panting, his face filled with urgency.

"Morgan, why didn’t you go home? You weren’t answering your phone. I was going crazy looking for you."

Morgan’s voice was calm. "I thought you weren’t planning to come home tonight."

That single sentence struck him with guilt.

"Morgan, I’m sorry. Work has been hectic lately. Once things settle down, I’ll make it up to you."

Morgan curled her lips into a faint smile and handed him the time capsule.

Sebastian turned it over in his hands, his fingers brushing against the lid. "Let me see—what was your wish?"

Morgan pressed down on his hand, her expression serious. "Open it in five days.

"I already fulfilled my past wish. Now I’ve put in a new one. Five days from now, I want you to help me make it come true."

Sebastian nodded, his voice filled with indulgence. "Alright, no matter what it is, I’ll make it happen."

Back at the house, Luna was sprawled on the couch, exuding the presence of a mistress who already took over the house.

Morgan intended to ignore her completely.

But Luna, limping slightly, deliberately stepped in her way.

"Mrs. Cole, you’ve known for a while now, haven’t you?"

With all the social media updates, the deliberately placed kiss marks—Luna refused to believe Morgan was oblivious.

Morgan let out a small, tired smile and met Luna’s gaze.

"So, what now? Are you here to flaunt your victory, or are you hoping I’ll drag you out of here like the homewrecker you are?"

She had already decided she didn’t want a cheating husband.

And with the shares she secured from Sebastian, she had more than enough compensation.

There was no need to lower herself further.

Caught off guard, Luna suddenly found herself speechless.

She planned to provoke Morgan into lashing out, hoping to play the victim in front of Sebastian.

But she hadn’t expected Morgan to be this composed, enduring it all just to keep her position as Mrs. Cole.

Morgan brushed past her and walked straight into the house.

Luna suddenly grabbed Morgan’s hand, her voice trembling with panic. "Mrs. Cole, I know I was wrong…"

Before Morgan could react, Luna threw herself forward, slamming her head against the table.

Blood immediately trickled from the gash on her forehead.

That was the scene Sebastian walked in on.

Luna clutched her bleeding forehead, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Mr. Cole, my leg was hurting, so I couldn’t stand up fast enough to greet Mrs. Cole properly… She got angry and hit me…"

Morgan was momentarily stunned by Luna’s sudden act.

Snapping out of it, she quickly defended herself. "I didn’t. She did this to herself."

Tears streamed down Luna’s face as she sobbed pitifully.

"Why would I risk disfiguring myself just to frame you, Mrs. Cole?"

Sebastian’s gaze flickered between the two women before he finally stepped toward Luna and lifted her into his arms.

"Morgan, I know you wouldn’t do something like this, but Luna’s bleeding badly. I need to take her to the hospital first."

Without another word, he carried Luna out, not even glancing back.

Morgan stood in the empty room, staring at the door.

After a long silence, she let out a self-mocking laugh.

Sebastian claimed to trust her, but his actions spoke louder than his words.

It didn’t matter.

A man who cheats was bound to fall out of love sooner or later.

After that confrontation, Luna stopped pretending altogether.

She openly flaunted her relationship with Sebastian, posting intimate pictures of them together and sending messages to provoke Morgan.

“Morgan, when was the last time you even shared a bed with him? Mr. Cole said just looking at your scarred face makes him want to vomit.”

“He slept with me three times last night. He said he wished he could die in my arms.”

“Do you really think playing the quiet, obedient wife will save you from being replaced?”

Morgan never responded.

She simply read every message, saved the photos and chat logs, and stored them away.

Three days passed in a blur.

Morgan sold her shares in the company, picked up her visa, and immediately booked a flight to Haputa for the next day.

She assumed she wouldn’t see Sebastian again before leaving.

But to her surprise, he came home.

He told her that he fired Luna for being careless with her work.

In reality, he had set Luna up in a lavish penthouse—a gilded cage to keep his mistress tucked away in luxury.

Morgan no longer felt any pain over his lies.

What had once cut her deeply had numbed her over time, until now, she simply didn’t care.

"Whatever you decide," she replied indifferently.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice carrying a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Morgan, you’ve been acting strange lately. No matter what I say, you don’t seem to care."

Morgan smirked. "What should I do instead? Disagree with you? Demand that Luna stay on as our housemaid?"

Sebastian hesitated for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Morgan, I’ve been feeling uneasy lately… Like I’m about to lose you."

Morgan turned the question back on him. "And if you did lose me, what would you do?"

Sebastian held her tighter. "I’d go crazy. Morgan, don’t leave me."

Morgan’s lips curled into a slow, unreadable smile.

"Then I’ll be waiting to see you lose your mind."