His Toxic Love

Chapter 17 Let’s Divorce And End This Mistake

“Mrs. Parker, please come inside. The wind is not good for you,” the nanny Olivia advised as I stood on the balcony, looking at the vehicles below like ants.

“Mrs. Parker," Olivia kept urging me to go back room. I turned around and said seriously, “Leave me alone.” Perhaps my face looked scary, or my tone was cold. Olivia lowered her head and left quickly.  

I had no interest in talking with someone irrelevant to my life. Only in silence could I reflect on the path that had led me to this point over the years. From a promising future to a struggling present, the memories I had suppressed seemed like fragmented pieces that had already been put together by myself.

In this familiar house, I felt the scent in the room and narrowed my eyes to gaze at the fleeting illusions below. Before I could be brave enough to dwell on the memories, the doorbell rang.

Olivia went to answer the door, and I turned to see Sebastian walking in. Seeing the two of us making eye contact, Olivia served a glass of water and retreated, leaving us alone in the room.

I noticed his right hand as soon as he walked in. A bitter smile tugged at my heart. I stood there still, seeing him frown and walk toward me

“Feeling better?” Sebastian asked uncomfortably, but I was flattered. After all, it was the first time he had shown any concern in our five-year marriage.

“Much better,” I replied.

“Good,” he answered, and the conversation awkwardly trailed off. The room fell silent, and I stood there for another couple of minutes. Realizing that he had no intention of speaking anything more, I was about to leave when he said, "We should talk."

I glanced up at him, detecting a hint of discomfort in his eyes that quickly disappeared. “Let's go to the bedroom,” he suggested, attempting to cover up his unease with a cough. Without waiting for my response, he headed for the bedroom.

I followed, taking a seat at the end of the bed, ready to hear what he had to say.

“Amelia, it was a mistake for you to marry me five years ago. You know, the person I have always loved is Grace,” he admitted. I could tell that he wanted a divorce as soon as possible.

“Well, then what?” I interrupted him, raising an eyebrow as I looked at him. A smile played on my lips as I asked the question, but it was a smile tinged with self-mockery. I had long realized that he didn’t love me, but the first sentence he said when he entered the room made me again feel longing. Why am I being so cheap? Why did I feel like being kind to him after he treated me politely?

“Let’s divorce and end this mistake.” His voice was icy, freezing the dust in the air around us.

“Why should I agree?” I stood up and asked him. I stepped forward to narrow the distance between us, catching a whiff of Grace’s sweet scent. At that second, I felt nauseous.

Before his expression became cold again, I stepped back, putting some distance between us. I put on a cold smile, “Sebastian, you just left Grace’s bed and came here to say this?”

His face darkened, and his tone grew colder as he said, “Amelia, don't make me be a cruel man.”

“That’s it,” I tilted my head, looking at him with a smile that held no warmth. “This is the Sebastian I know so well—your tone and your expression.”

“Earlier...” I paused, recalling what he said to me, the expressions that he deliberately made to convince me, and his tone. I frowned and didn’t smile, “I'm not accustomed to it. Stop pretending to care about me.”

“Amelia!” He felt humiliated, and his gloomy expression became so much clear. I even detected a slice of cruelty in his eyes.