Entangled Hearts: Ex-husband's Blatant Regret

Adorned in an exquisite gown, Amelia delicately placed deep red roses on the bed, a smile of anticipation gracing her face. It marked their second year of wedded bliss, and though Sebastian remained mute on the occasion, she was resolved to make the night unforgettable for him. The room exuded the scent of roses as she carefully positioned each petal, imbuing the air with a sense of love. Completing the enchanting decor, she proceeded to light a single, flickering candle, casting a warm glow over the room. The soft illumination danced on the petals, creating a scene of romantic enchantment. Her heart overflowed with the desire to surprise Sebastian and envelop him in the affectionate atmosphere she had painstakingly crafted. "It's bound to be another extraordinary night," she murmured, a blush tinting her cheeks as she recalled the moment when she and Sebastian had first become intimate in a club room. It was an unforgettable experience for her, and her instant love for him had led her to tie the knot without hesitation. She had no regrets. But could the same be said after that night? As the flame flickered, the door suddenly swung open, shattering the tranquil moment. Sebastian's stern expression met her gaze, his entrance casting an unforeseen shadow over the meticulously arranged scene. Surveying the room, a frown creased his features, causing him to question, "What in the world is all of this?" His commanding voice sent shivers down her spine, but she smiled nonetheless. With a determined air, Amelia gracefully unzipped her elegant dress, letting it cascade down her figure, revealing a tantalizing lingerie ensemble underneath. As the dress pooled at her feet, she stood before Sebastian, exuding confidence. Clad in delicate lingerie that accentuated her curves, she radiated allure. The flickering candlelight played on the satin fabric, casting seductive shadows across her form. Sebastian, donning a severe countenance since his arrival, found himself enraptured by the sight before him. His eyes lingered on her, and an unintentional gulp betrayed the intensity of his reaction. Amelia, undeterred, drew closer, the gentle curve of her bosom beckoning him in. "You seem to have forgotten that today marks our second wedding anniversary, Sebastian." She c****d her head, gracefully brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I haven't. Let's make this day special for us." "I have something to say and–" "Ssh." She stepped towards him and placed a tender kiss on his lips, yet his expression remained impassive. "Do you remember our first encounter at the club, when I couldn't resist you? I want us to recreate that night to celebrate our second anniversary. What do you say?" She gracefully moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, inhaling his scent. As if awakened by her touch, Sebastian took her hand and yanked her in front of him. "You want us to relive that night, huh?!" Despite feeling a tinge of fear, she nodded. "You won't forget this night then." He sneered and firmly gripped her shoulders, lifting her before slamming her against the wall. He ripped off her bra, sending it soaring through the air. His actions lacked tenderness, catching her off guard. Sebastian's roughness was nothing new, for he believed that Amelia was unfazed by discomfort. Oftentimes, he derived pleasure from seeing her afraid and in pain. But his actions never stopped Amelia from loving him unconditionally. He kissed her roughly, taking control and leaving her gasping for air as he trailed kisses over various sensual spots on her face and upper body. It didn't take long before he had her pinned beneath him on the bed, making love to her. Despite his roughness and the profane words he uttered while taking her, Amelia took no offense or felt any hurt. She relished in his rough touches. It was just like Sebastian had expected and he thought of her more as a w***e. Amelia was so infatuated with him that she failed to notice any wrongdoing when he spoke bluntly to her or engaged in intimacy with her. However, something felt amiss this time. On two occasions while they were intimate, she heard him muttering the name "Marie," but she couldn't confront him about it. And this time, something about his demeanor seemed different. Their s*x escapade lasted longer than usual and it was clear that he didn't want it to end. After a passionate night, Sebastian lay next to Amelia, exhausted, and soon fell asleep. The morning sun cast a soft glow in the room as Amelia woke with a smile, replaying the events of the previous night in her mind. Blushing uncontrollably, her thoughts were interrupted when Sebastian emerged from the bathroom. "Good morning, my love," she greeted him but received no response. Undeterred, she wrapped herself in the duvet and got up. Sebastian's cold, dismissive look sent a chill through the room as he handed her papers from the coffee table. "Sign them," he ordered, and Amelia's joyous morning was shattered with confusion. Still smiling, she asked, "What are these?" His answer shattered her peace, "Divorce papers." Stunned, she stammered, "W-what? Y-you're joking." "Does it look like I am?" His frustration was evident as he gripped the back of her hair, causing her to cry out in pain, a stark contrast to the tender moments they shared just hours ago. "S-Sebastian?" She murmured, tears forming in her eyes. "I thought you loved me." "I could never love a girl who was desperate and shameless enough to marry me after a one-night stand," Sebastian stated, causing Amelia's lips to part in shock. She gazed deeply into his eyes, the very eyes she fell in love with when they first met, but they were devoid of any emotion. "What are you saying, Sebastian?" "I know who you truly are. You're just a conniving gold digger. You're nothing special." He released her hair roughly, causing her to stumble back from the force. Amelia's lips parted, but she couldn't form any words. "Amelia. You mean nothing to me. Our relationship is over. So sign the papers already!" His words were cold and final. "Why, Sebastian? If I've done something wrong, just tell me and I'll fix it..." Amelia's voice trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. "Fix it?" He smirked. "You can't even do anything right. You're worthless. I only married you because I needed someone to play with while Marie was away." "Marie?" Amelia remembered him whispering that name to her in the heat of passion. "Yes. She's the one I truly love. You can never compare to her. And now that she's back, I want you to disappear." His harsh words made her feel like she was being stabbed. "Then... our two years together meant nothing to you?" Amelia's voice shook as she asked the question. "They meant absolutely nothing. I never even cared for you. You're nobody to me. I'm amazed I even managed to put up with you for two years." He scoffed. "Was I really just a substitute and a plaything to you?" Amelia's voice was barely above a whisper, her lips trembling. He nodded. "You were nothing more than a b***h and a plaything to me." Amelia couldn't believe her ears or her eyes. Her marriage of two years had ended in an instant, and worse, she had been nothing more than a plaything to him all this time. "So, it's a divorce then?" She said, barely audible. She took the papers, but her hand shook as she hesitated to sign them. Getting closer to her, he whispered coldly in her ear. "Just sign them, bitch." Amelia glared at him and finally signed the papers before tossing them away with a fierce look, something she had never dared to do before. She couldn't hold back her anger and frustration anymore. "You...?" Sebastian's hand clenched into a fist, trying to restrain himself from grabbing her by the neck. "You will regret this, Sebastian," Amelia said, her eyes full of fire. "Regret it?" Suddenly unable to control himself, he grabbed her chin firmly, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Will it be me, Amelia, or…you who regrets this?” "Only time will reveal," she whispered, her deep voice sending shivers down his spine as he slowly released his grip on her. As much as he loathed to confess, her breathtaking beauty was undeniable even in that moment. Her countenance exuded innocence and tenderness, yet concealed a venomous nature within. He could no longer bear the sight of her. "I gave you everything. My heart, my body, my soul - all of it, and this is how you repay me, Sebastian?!" Her voice trembled as she held back tears. He could only smirk in response, unable to speak. Her professed love now seemed nothing more than a facade, a mere charade. He casually tucked the papers into his suit coat pocket, relishing in her agony. "Make sure to disinfect everything you have touched in this house. I don't want my dear Marie coming here and encountering anything you have come into contact with, or smelling your scent." And with that, he departed. Amelia's tears finally escaped as she clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, gazing emptily at the closed door.