The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

What did he say? This is all my fault? Sasha was stunned with a buzzing sound in her ears. In an instant, her face drained of all color. She had never thought of this possibility. “What? Nothing to say? Weren’t you acting all righteous just a while ago, accusing me of not taking good care of your son? Why aren’t you saying anything now? Go ahead, ask me more. I promise that there’s a lot more you don’t know about.” Faced with her silence, Sebastian’s tone became harsher. His handsome face seemed to be the biggest mockery of all, and the sight of it seemed to twist the knife further into her heart, causing every cell in her body to scream in pain.

Sasha squeezed her red-rimmed eyes shut, enduring the excruciating pain in her heart. “Yes, you’re right. All of this happened because I abandoned him. I admit that I have failed as a mother, but what about you, Sebastian? Are you completely innocent? If you hadn’t brought that woman home when my due date was approaching, would things have turned out this way?” she refuted. She believed that if she was at fault, then he as a father was to blame as well.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, the man scoffed with disdain. “Are you saying that it’s my fault? Have you forgotten that it was you who shamelessly wanted to marry me? If it wasn’t for you, would something like this have happened? How dare you pin the blame on me? All of this sh*t started because of you!” A deafening silence shrouded the entire office. The sun continued to shine brilliantly outside, which was a stark contrast to what Sasha was feeling. She felt as if there was a hole in her chest, allowing harsh winds to gush in and chill her to the bone. All that was left in there was her bleeding heart.

“You’re right. I don’t have the right to talk to you about responsibility. I was the one who shamelessly married you back then, leading to everything

meet him again. Sebastian’s mind went blank. He had never seen this look on her face, let alone heard her say such words. Why

the pen between his fingers. “Oh? Mr. Hayes, Ms. Wand, you’re both still here. Umm… Ian is done with his shower, but he doesn’t want to wear his clothes. He wants… Ms. Wand to go upstairs.” Just when the temperature in the office seemed to have reached sub-zero, Luke pushed open the door and came in, saying that Ian didn’t want his help in dressing up. Sasha’s face was colorless and