“You can tell Natalie loves you. A divorce would crush her.”
Sebastian’s mind flashed back to earlier that day—to Natalie, sitting on the stairs, her shoulders trembling as she cried, telling someone on the phone she would never love him again. A pang of guilt twisted in his gut.
“But I don't want a divorce,” Sebastian said suddenly.
Julian stared at him. “Aren't you in love with Joanna? Why wouldn’t you get a divorce? Sebastian, you can’t do this to Natalie. You have another woman in your heart, and now that she’s back, you should let Natalie go. It's not fair to her.”
“No one waits around forever, you know. You’ve neglected Natalie for two years.”
“And honestly, I don’t get you. If I cared about a woman, even a little, I wouldn’t let her get tangled up with anyone else. But you? You seem to want it both ways.”
Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Why doesn’t even you believe me? There’s nothing going on between Joanna and me. She saved my life back then, so I’ve always been more lenient with her, but I never thought my tolerance would enable her to make such terrible mistakes.”
Julian frowned, but seeing Sebastian’s reluctance to elaborate, he didn’t press the issue. “Fine, fine. It’s your life, none of my business. I just want to remind you, no matter how much vengeance you’re carrying, don’t take it out on an innocent woman.”
The image of his mother’s sudden descent into madness flashed in Sebastian’s mind, and his eyes turned icy. He had always suspected the Scott family was involved.
Julian sighed in resignation. Sebastian had always been cold, but his treatment of Joanna had always been a clear exception.
“Still, divorcing Natalie would be good for both you and Joanna…”


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