Natalie had just hung up with Luna when her phone rang again.
It was Sebastian. She was annoyed. In the past, she would call him, and he would often ignore her. But when he called, she would answer on the first ring. That kind of groveling love, seeped into her very bones, could never earn his respect.
A wicked smile played on her lips. Sebastian, I’m going to treat you exactly as you treated me. She tossed the phone aside and let it ring. Now that she was free from the fog of love, logic could easily suppress any unwanted emotions.
Sebastian called several more times, but Natalie didn’t answer. His handsome face darkened. “Natalie, you’re getting bolder. Daring to ignore my calls.”
Joanna, who had followed him out, heard his words, and a venomous jealousy filled her eyes. Why was he still calling Natalie? “Sebastian, are you leaving?” she asked gently, trying to mask her insecurity. She didn’t want him to go.
Sebastian was on edge. The image of Natalie with that other man, playfully asking to be carried, had been haunting his sleep for days. “I have some things to take care of. You should go back inside,” he said, his voice low and detached.
Joanna sensed that something was off, but he was already striding away. She clenched her teeth, watching his retreating back. He had changed. They were divorced, so why did she feel like she was losing him? A wave of panic washed over her. Natalie, this time, you are finished.
Natalie rested for three days, and her foot was finally well enough to walk on. Wendy had called her every day, asking to meet, but she had refused each time. As for Sebastian, she had blocked his number. Why was he calling her instead of tending to his precious childhood sweetheart? A woman who only loved him for his money. Sebastian’s greatest “fortune” in life was meeting Joanna.



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