Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Hera walked past me and slung an arm around my shoulders, shooting a glare sharp enough to cut. “You want him to prove he’s married? Fine. I’ll do it for him!”

I was stunned once again.

“What? Why are you here?!” I demanded.

I could blame her antics last night on alcohol, but what excuse did she have now? Why was she showing up like this, clinging to me in public? She had never done anything like that for me before.

“You sound disappointed. Why? Were you that close to saying yes?” she muttered, her glare deadly.

She was seething. The man who used to idolize her had moved into some rental, and now a young, beautiful woman was trying to claim him. Since when had her husband–with his plain, forgettable looks–become desirable?

Both of them were giving me a headache, but only one had the power to give me a full–blown migraine. I decided to deal with her first.

I pulled Hera aside and muttered, “Shut up. This has nothing to do with you. I don’t even know why you’re here.”

“I- No, don’t change the subject! You need to come clean about her!” Hera shot back.

She had marched in, planning to force me to sign the divorce papers, but Rhea’s sudden appearance clearly threw her off.

Before I could say anything, Rhea popped up on her own and wrapped her arms around me like we were joined at the hip.

“Excuse me, madam, but Sebastian doesn’t seem to know you as well as you’re pretending,” she said sweetly. “Are you trying to make him your boyfriend, too? Because, well, finders keepers. I found him first.”

The possessive tone in her voice grated on Hera’s ears.

Hera sneered, “We’ve been married for five years, you clueless child. He’s my husband–legally. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? You’re the one trying to steal someone else’s partner!”

Then Hera looked at me, her expression changing like she’d just pieced something together.

“What the hell, Sebastian? You’re letting some random woman hang off you and not even pushing her away?” she barked. “Did you seriously think this would make me jealous? Oh, come on. Where did you even find this struggling actress? It’s pathetic.”

Her smug, self–righteous, attitude sent something boiling inside me.

Before Rhea could respond, I shook her arm off. “Don’t say another word.”

“But I…” she trailed off, eyes wide. In the end, she kept quiet.

I turned to Hera, kept my voice level, and pulled her away until we were out of earshot.

The second we stopped, Hera let out a mocking laugh. “What, done with your little performance? You didn’t have to worry about your precious reputation. Just be a man and say you’re sorry!

“When are you ever going to admit you’re wrong? You know why I never hold out hope for you? Because you’re always making things up–these ridiculous little fantasies you convince yourself are real. You act like they’re some epic love story, but you’re

the only one buying it.”

She grinned like a victorious general about to crush the enemy.

It was outrageous, and I’d had enough.

“You are so full of shit,” I snapped.