The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 86

As soon as he finished his words, he realized that he had been fooled. He suddenly turned around and found that the picture under his arm was already in Sebastian Simons's hands.

Fynn Jaymond had never seen him looked so serious, so he couldn't help but to pacify him, "Don't think too much about it. Maybe they are just friends."

"Find out what's the relationship between her and this man."

Sebastian threw the photos to him and went to the office without looking back. When he reached the door, he turned back and reminded him, "Make sure it's accurate and report everything without hiding anything from me."

"Yes..."

Fynn nodded with embarrassment. Sebastian wasn't very lucky when it comes to love, the women that he had loved all cheated on him. One woman after another had betrayed him...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fynn had figured out the relationship between Richie Lind and Yasmine Taylor. After hesitating for a long time, he finally knocked on Sebastian's door.

Although it was a bit cruel, it was his job.

"Tell me, you don't have to worry about it."

Sebastian seemed to have been mentally prepared. His handsome facial features were so cold as if it had been frosted with ice.

"The man in the photo is Leighton Lind. He is Richie Lind's son, a nouveau riche in T City who makes profit from loan sharking. Ten years ago, Richie bought a wife for his son with 100,000 Dollars and that woman is your current wife Yasmine Taylor. But for some reason, the two of them

haven't got married. Recently, Richie has been in contact with Madam frequently, and occasionally they would have some conflict between them..."

"Is there a photo of Richie?"

Sebastian interrupted him and asked in a gloomy voice. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Yes."

Fynn opened the folder next to him and took out a family portrait. "This is Richie, this is his wife, and this is his son, Leighton..."

Sebastian's face became even more serious. With little effort, he held the picture in his hand and crumpled it into a ball.

"President Sebastian, are you alright?"

Fynn looked at him worriedly.

"Leave me alone."

"Okay."

After Fynn had went out, Sebastian walked towards the french window and looked at view of the city. The transparent glass in front of him was like a mirror reflecting himself. He thought that the flowers that were blooming outside of the window were like his heart. How many cuts and injuries did he have to go through and endure in order to get what he wanted, he thought.

The sky had turned dark and he hadn't leave the company yet. He sat quietly on the office chair when Yasmine finally called him. He answered the call and said. "Hello?"

"Haven't you gotten off work yet?"

"No, come to my office for a while."

Yasmine was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"We'll talk about it when you're here."

After hanging up the phone, Yasmine felt extremely uneasy, but she still came to the appointed place immediately.

The people in the company had already gotten off work. The opulent building was thoroughly dark and only the street lamps on the side of the road was shining brightly, reflecting her thin figure when she hurried here.

Sebastian stood in the dark as he looked down at her. Yasmine took the elevator to the ninth floor, stood in front of his office and hesitated for a while. Without knocking on the door, she went straight in.

"Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

She asked the black shadow who was standing in front of the window softly.

With a swoosh, the lights in the office turned on. Sebastian's stiff face became gentle like he used to be and said. "By standing in the dark, only then I can see the things that I initially can't see clearly." "Why did you call me here?"

"Nothing. I just feel that I haven't paid enough attention to you recently. By the way, has your gambling addict relative contacted you recently?"

Yasmine was shocked and shook her head blankly. "...No, what's wrong?"

"Do you know that person?"

He handed over a photo with Leighton in it.

Sebastian stared at her with his sharp eyes. It seemed that her answer was about to determine her life and death at this instant. Yasmine suddenly felt helpless because she had seen through everything in his eyes. He knew about everything and had already known it way earlier. It was just that she had been deceiving herself and telling herself that he did not know.

"I don't know him."

She did not know why that was her answer. Perhaps, you just lost the desire to defend yourself when you are in despair.

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Sebastian threw a stack of photos at her feet and said word by word, "Yasmine, you have ruined the one last chance I've given to you."

Yasmine closed her eyes in distress and her tears which was welling in her eyes started to flow down her cheeks. Finally, their relationship was over. She had lost this hard-earned love, despite the efforts that she had put out just to be with him.

"Why? Are you not going to explain anything to me? I'll give you a chance now. Explain it to me." Sebastian walked up to her in anger and pinched her wrist. Yasmine didn't feel any pain at all, really, but her tears kept flowing down on her face whenever she looked at him.

"There's no why. It's what you think it is. There's no reason whatsoever."

Yasmine bit her lips tightly and did not allow herself to cry loudly. Did she feel wronged? She thought that she should not feel that way at all. Sebastian had given her a chance, but she had given up the last chance to be forgiven. Therefore, she did not feel wronged at all. She just felt sorry for not being able to hold on to the love that she had always wanted to protect.

She could not hold on to all the people whom she cherished, whether it be her mother or Sebastian, she was not capable of doing so.

"Don't you have a heart? You know that my heart is bleeding right now and you don't even bother to give me an explanation? Don't you know how much time and effort it took me and how much struggles that I have been through so that you could come closer to me? The reason why I had asked you to come here is that I want to start afresh with you. I want you be with me until the day we are old but not having you piercing my heart recklessly with a knife like what you are doing right now. Do you not feel anything when you see me being in such a mess? Don't you feel guilty at all after hurting the person who is willing to believe in love again because of you?"

"Could it be that as long as I say that I feel guilty, will your heart no longer hurt? Could it be that I am able to explain the reason to you then you will forgive me? Could it be that if I kneel down to you, then you would think that I have admitted my mistakes?"

Yasmine questioned him with tears in her eyes, which made Sebastian even angrier. "Do you know you're wrong? Do you really know you're wrong? I gave you three chances, but you didn't cherish them at all. If you really love me, you should have believe in me. You should have faith in me that I will forgive you. Love without trust is nothing. You've never believed in me before so how can you make me believe that you know that you're in the wrong?"

"That's because no one really loved me. If you have always lived in an environment full of hatred, you will also be troubled by love, and you will always worry about whether your lover will leave you. You may say that I am selfish, stupid, and even weak but I, Yasmine Taylor, who have been living in this cold world for more than ten years, is like this and will always be like this. There is no way to change it. Even as time goes by, I will still choose to not be honest with you. If love needs to be built on the basis of trust, then does tolerance not come with trust as well?

Upon hearing this, Sebastian let go of her hand and sneered, "You disappointed me again and again. Should I show my gratitude to you first and then forgive you for what you've done to hurt me?"

"I have never thought of disappointing you. Even if you are disappointed, you don't have to worry about it because the disappointment that I have felt is far beyond then what you have ever feel."

"Hehe." Sebastian seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He laughed and said ironically, "Yasmine, have you always used such a flowery language to appease the man who was cheated by you? Ten years ago, you sold yourself to Richie for 100,000 dollars. Ten years later, you sold yourself to me for another 3 million dollars. It seems that you have valued up a lot like the price of gold in these ten years. But I believe that in another ten years time, no matter who you sell yourself to, you won't be able to get such a high price, because no one will be even more stupid than me and that fool."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the office without looking back. With a bang, he heavily closed the door. At that instant, it felt like their hearts were separated by a fortress.

Yasmine finally reached her limit and sat down feebly on the ground. After a long time, she burst into a heartbreaking cry and finally believed in her mother's words. Love was a malignant tumor. If it was not handled in time, it would become worse and it would become a sharp thorn which would hurt forever.

A thunderbolt flashed outside the window, followed by a heavy rain. Yasmine cried for a long time before she left the building in her staggering steps. She walked under the rain in a daze. The rain quickly soaked her entire body, and her tears flowed down her cheeks. She didn't know where to go as if she would sad wherever she went. Unconsciously, she came to the beach, and the boundless sea was surging in high waves. The sound of the waves seemed to be laughing at her. Since living was more painful than death, then why should she continue to live?

On that day, she almost died with Sebastian. However, she hadn't ended her life because Sebastian didn't have the intent to end his own life. If they had really died that day, then maybe they could be with each other in the underworld without any worries, because those who were still alive would have no reason or opportunity to torture her.

She walked toward the sea step by step. The sea was relentlessly covering her thighs, and she, who had never swam even once in her life, was not afraid at all. She continued to move forward until the water was at the level of her abdomen. Suddenly, she heard a shout, "Hey, miss, are you trying to commit suicide?"