His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 03

His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 03

Before everything fell apart between Sebastian Frost and me, we had been in a long-distance online relationship for a year.

Back then, I had just found out I was the real heiress.

I had been switched at birth by a nanny who planted her own daughter in my place.

I had spent more than twenty years in foster care.

I thought coming home would finally give me a family.

Instead, they all doted on the imposter.

Sebastian was the only person I opened up to during that time.

When we finally met in person, he was charming, gentle, and perfectly polite.

I thought he was a good man.

But after we got together, his suffocating possessiveness and need for control crushed me.

I tentatively suggested that we take a break.

He smiled and agreed on the surface.

But I always felt as if unseen eyes were tracking my every move.

Later, I accidentally walked into his basement.

One entire wall was covered in photos of me.

There were other things too. Strange, unsettling objects.

The online romance had been calculated from the start.

I tried to break it off.

He just smirked.

“Break up? Then I might as well die.”

I was terrified.

At my graduation party, I was dazed and upset.

I drank something laced with God knew what, then woke up in his bed.

One sordid night.

In the cold light of morning, I slapped him hard.

He did not flinch.

He wiped my tears with his thumb.

“Does your hand hurt?”

“Do you want to hit the other side?”

“Keep going until you are not angry anymore.”

When I fled, the hallway was swarming with reporters.

My reputation was destroyed.

My parents were disgusted with me.

They started setting me up with other men.

Sebastian found out and used the video from that night to force me into marriage.

I was convinced he had orchestrated every single step.

After the wedding, I was ice-cold to him.

Months later, I was pregnant.

I did not want to keep the child.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, drew a blade across his own wrist, and left a bleeding gash.

“If you don’t want him, and you don’t want me, fine.”

“Then we will both disappear from your life forever.”

I wished he would just die.

But seeing him actually do that scared me.

I hated my own cowardice.

After Leo was born, I kept my distance from him too.

I thought if I stayed cold enough, Sebastian would eventually let me go.

But the floating comments said leaving him would get me killed.

They also said there had been a misunderstanding.

What misunderstanding?

I drifted off while thinking about it.

I never noticed when Sebastian slipped back into bed.