His Toxic Love

Chapter 3 I Didn't Kill Him

“I haven't been feeling well, and I felt nauseous. So, I have been staying at home these days.”

Facing his sincere and caring eyes, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and looked away, preparing to leave.

“Where are you heading to? Let me drive you there.” Lucas showed me his car keys. He looked warm and handsome in the sunlight.

Looking at him politely, I thought that if I let him drop me off, at least Grace wouldn't look down on me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering if Sebastian would get jealous seeing me with another man.

“Get in the car,” Lucas put his arm around my shoulder and gestured toward the white Mercedes parked nearby. “Let’s go.”

I caught the scent of the disinfectant on his clothes, and my stomach violently contracted as if irritated. The nausea made me I gag twice.

Lucas hesitated for a moment, then gave me a meaningful look. He walked ahead, drove the car closer, opened the door, and let me in.

“You should go to see a doctor,” he said as he started the car, handing me a tissue.

“Thank you.” I nodded. I planned to go to the hospital after meeting Grace. The car passed through the highway and stopped at Island Café, where Grace asked me to meet her.

Grace was a top-tier star, so she chose to meet at a Café far from the crowded city. After thanked Lucas for driving me here, I went upstairs.

Grace was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. When she spotted me getting upstairs, she put on a smile that not usually seen on her indifferent face.

“Amy, it's been a while. And apparently, you moved on,” Grace said, raising her chin and pointing to Lucas downstairs, who was about to leave.

“Are you here just to say that?” My gaze shifted to Grace's face. She had become even more charming after five years.

“Seeing you happy makes me feel less guilty about what I'm going to say next.” Grace sat down, took out a document from her bag, and pushed it toward me. "Please sign it." Grace said with confidence.

I looked down at the document she had put on the table. It was a divorce agreement. “Are this what Sebastian wants?” My voice trembled.

“Does it matter?” Grace put on a sweet smile. “I've let you have Sebastian for five years. Now what? You are not giving him back to me?”

Five years ago, at Grace and Sebastian's engagement banquet, I became the most despised sinner of both families! I seduced my sister's fiancé and slept with him after their engagement. To maintain the reputation of both families and give the media an explanation, Sebastian had no choice but to marry me.

I lowered my head uneasily hearing Grace’s questions. Despite the mistake that I made five years ago, I never regretted to have that night. Sebastian was the man I had loved for seven years and marrying him was the luck I had paid for with my life.

“Amy, don't you forget! You're a murderer who killed his brother in Sebastian’s eyes!” Grace sensed that I avoided to answer her questions. Her voice suddenly grew louder, like a cursed dagger piercing my heart.

“No! I didn't kill him!” I stood up abruptly, pushing the divorce agreement away from me. “I didn't kill Liam Mitchell!”

“Does that matter? Do you think people will believe you, who was abandoned by everyone else?” Grace chuckled, her sarcasm making my headache.

“Grace, you'll come begging to me in three days. Sebastian doesn't love you at all. Give up on him.” Grace picked up the pile of document from the table and thrown it at my face before leaving arrogantly.

I don't know how I managed to leave the café. When I came to my senses, I was already standing in the city hospital. Lucas was standing on the steps, waving at me. I moved my lips and smiled at him.

Lucas looked attractive in his white coat. He arranged everything for me including queuing up for registration.

Standing in the lobby and looking at the strangers’ faces filled with pain and confusion, I felt the desperation, wondering the purpose of persisting.

Nobody believed me or supported me, not even Sebastian. To them, my existence was the most intolerable sin in the world. What was the point of being alive? Perhaps go to die is the best I can do.