I opened my mouth to respond, but the world tilted, and I collapsed.
When I came to, Sebastian was holding a porridge for me.
“I didn’t leave the wedding on purpose,” he said. “There was an emergency at the track. But the wedding is rescheduled for three days from now. I promise, I’ll be there.”
I looked away, avoiding the spoon he held out.
He seemed so sincere, but I couldn’t help laughing inside.
If I hadn’t seen Adele Lyons’s social media post, I might’ve believed him.
But that day, he wasn’t at the racetrack. He was having dinner with Adele at the Sky Dining Ferris Wheel. She posted a photo of their silhouettes kissing with the caption: [Eternal love.]
How does he lie so smoothly, without blinking?
Sebastian’s face darkened when I didn’t respond. “You can’t stay mad forever. And don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened with Christian today. He’s just a kid, so he threw something at you. Did you really have to get so worked up that you were going to hit him?”
My nails dug deep into my palms, but I didn’t feel a thing. My voice came out low and bitter. “You’re so sure I was going to hit him? Did you even ask me?”
He froze for a second.
“He’s a child,” he muttered. “Children don’t lie.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
“Right. He and Adele would never lie. So the only liar here must be me.”
I remembered the time I spent all afternoon cooking soup for Sebastian and brought it to the racetrack. Adele stopped me, grabbed the bowl, and dumped it into the trash.
When I tried to stop her, she splashed it all over herself.
Sebastian arrived just in time to see that, and of course, believed her version of the story.
I’d asked him why he didn’t at least hear my side.
“She’s just a young girl. Why would she lie?” he’d said.
That was the day I gave up.
I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and flipped to the last page. “This is Christian’s school contract. I need your signature.”
He frowned. “You’re always just focused on the kid. Why can’t you be more like Adele? Have something going for yourself.”
Just as he reached for the document, his phone rang.
He answered, and his expression instantly changed to worried and anxious.
“I’ve got something to handle,” he muttered, already walking away.
I smirked. “Something to do with Adele?”
He shot me a cold look. “She’s a hardworking girl. Practicing even at night. I’m just going to keep her company. Don’t overthink it.”