His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 17

His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 17

After that night, someone sent me an anonymous video.

It was evidence of my parents and Charlotte conspiring against me.

Sebastian went to the police, handing over everything he had collected over the years

In the end, all three of them ended up behind bars,

Since I had never been legally dependent on them or involved in their company, their convictions

had nothing to do with me or Leo,

My parents begged to see me from prison.

I refused.

After they got out, they scraped by miserably and eventually had a nasty fallout with Charlotte.

But that was a story for another day.

Back home, Sebastian helped me out of my coat and gently rubbed my arms.

I asked him, “It was not you who spiked my drink.”

“You were drugged too.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

His hands paused.

“Because I hated myself for it.”

“I wanted you with a madness I could not control.”

“You can call me despicable,”

I shook my head.

“You knew that even if you explained, I would not have believed you, right?”

I would have thought he was only covering his tracks.

He dropped his gaze.

His silence was confirmation.

1 tilted his chin up.

“The online thing was calculated. That part is true, isn’t it?”

His lashes fluttered.

He nodded.

“Sebastian, why do you love me?”

He sounded almost hurt.

“So you really forgot me.”

Seeing my confusion, he took my hand and slowly traced his thumb over it.

“I was returned by five foster families because I was too withdrawn.”

“The last family sent me back to the same group home where you were.”

“Everyone called me a curse and refused to play with me.”

“But you were the only one who reached out.”

I searched my memory.

“But you were not called Sebastian then. You were always alone… and then you left.”

“My mother abandoned me, but my father had money.”

“I came back looking for you, but I could not find you.”

“Then I saw your name on a forum.”

“Why didn’t you just come find me?”

He buried his face in my neck, his warm breath brushing my ear.

“Love makes you afraid.”

“Too afraid to get close.”

So he had done it this way instead, lowering my guard little by little.

caught his wandering hand.

A thought struck me.

“That night, if I had knocked over the milk you brought me… would you have divorced me?”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then, softly, he said, “Baby, you severely underestimate how much I love you.