Sebastian’s greatest fear was always a woman’s tears. So, without hesitation, he pulled Eliza into his arms, kissing her gently, trying to soothe her until she was left gasping for breath.
I stood there, numb, as they moved from the sofa to the master bedroom and then to the bathroom. The realization hit me again: Sebastian never loved me.
After his accident, I’d silently wiped away my tears every day, careful to hide my swollen eyes.
Yet, he never noticed. Instead, he scolded me for being “pretentious,” accusing me of trying to manipulate him with my tears.
He openly embraced every woman who crossed his path, telling me that, although he’d once loved me, it didn’t matter anymore. He was free to enjoy himself with no debt to me.
I was oddly grateful that I hadn’t kept the child. With his obsession with Eliza’s body, I knew that even if we had married, he would’ve still found his way back to her.
After all, I could never be like Eliza, trapped in her web of seduction.
When the sounds of gasping returned, I immediately exited the app and deleted the account, shutting it all out in one decisive motion.
The following morning, I was jolted awake by a phone call from Sebastian.
It was the first time he’d reached out to me since his accident and the shock of it hit me hard. But there was no reason for us to stay connected anymore, so I let it ring, ignoring the call.
Frustrated by my silence, he sent me a message.
[Brianna, what’s going on? I agreed to marry you; why did you throw away everything we bought for the wedding?]
I couldn’t bear the thought of facing any more of his accusations, so I crafted a quick lie.
"I bought a seaside villa. The wedding house didn’t suit us, so I decided to move there."
Just as I hit send, a new notification popped up: Eliza’s profile picture. Without hesitation, I rejected the friend request.
But Eliza wasn’t easily deterred. A message followed.
But she persisted, leaving a message claiming she had an intimate video of me and Sebastian.
I reluctantly accepted her friend request and within moments, Eliza sent the video, a grainy, intimate scene of her and Sebastian.
Just as the two minutes were about to expire, she deliberately sent a crying emoji.
[Oops, sorry, sister, I accidentally clicked the wrong one. I can’t take it back now; what should I do?]
She followed it up with a smug comment.