Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 20

Back then, Hera was always the one to hang up first. Whenever I dared to end the call, she would vanish for days. No calls, no texts–until I finally gave in and apologized. Only then would things return to “normal.”

But real love didn’t mean one person couldn’t live without the other. I used to give her those outs out of respect, letting her win even when she didn’t deserve it.

Not anymore.

Tonight, I stared at the flood of missed calls on my screen–dozens, maybe more. She was still calling.

“Keep calling if you want. I’m done.” I didn’t hesitate. I switched my phone to silent, turned off the screen, and went to sleep.

With my phone muted, I had no idea if she’d try again. The world finally went quiet. Soon, I drifted into deep sleep.

At some point, my bladder rudely woke me. Groggy, I stumbled out of bed to use the bathroom. Habit made me pick up my phone to check the time.

I wasn’t expecting anything, but I took one glance, and there it was. She was still trying to reach me.

It was 2:30 a.m. She had called over a hundred times. Maybe when she realized I blocked her number, she switched tactics. My screen flooded with texts.

And just as I was mid–step to the bathroom, a few popped up.

Message 1: [Sebastian, please. Just come tonight. I’m freezing out here by the bar. I’m all alone.]

Message 2: [What the hell is wrong with you? Even if we’re getting divorced, I’m still your wife. You’re seriously going to leave me stranded outside a bar?]

Message 3: [If you don’t come, I’ll leave with the next guy who offers. Doesn’t matter where he takes me. I’m dressed real pretty tonight.]

Right below those messages was a photo.

It was a selfie–same outfit, same bar. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were glossy and unfocused, but her beauty was still sharp enough to cut. She looked like a vulnerable, seductive kitten, lost and begging to be found.

Whether she meant it or not, the background clearly showed several men staring directly at her.

I stared, stunned.

Was this really the cold, high–and–mighty CEO of Edge Inc.? Had Hera Bishop really been reduced to sending flirty threats just to get me to show up?

I shook my head and typed a single line.

Sebastian: [Do you honestly think this kind of threat will work on me?]

She replied instantly.

Hera: [Why won’t you come see me?]

Sebastian: [Simple. You told me to stay out of your life. What, your old flame bailed on you after the bar date?]

Even while relieving myself, I hit send with a sarcastic smirk.

She didn’t miss a beat.

Hera: [Bobby was scared to sleep alone, so I sent him home first. It’s just me now. Will you come?]

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Sebastian: [Nope. You’re not fooling me. You’re Hera Bishop, CEO of Edge Inc. Flash your name, and every man in that bar will run for the hills before daring to mess with you.]

That message must have been impactful, as there was no reply. For once, she didn’t fire back instantly.

I finished up and headed back to bed. I was crawling under the covers when the next message finally arrived.

Hera: [What do you want from me? What will it take for you to come see me?]

I sighed. This had gone too far.

Sebastian: [Hera, there’s no reason for us to see each other anymore.]

Sebastian: [And if there is, it’ll be Monday at the courthouse, when we sign the divorce papers.]

Sebastian: [When we were together, it felt like I didn’t even exist in your world. Now that we’re apart, I’d appreciate it if you stopped barging into mine. Got it?]

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