The Seventh Miserable Bride

Titus Simons and his wife went to Yasmine's room. Looking at their numb-looking daughter-in-law and their sad son, the couple felt sad.

"Sebastian, please explain to us what's going on. I don't believe that my son would do something like this."

Madam Simons looked at her son with an anxious look. Sebastian Simons closed his eyes painfully and slowly told her about the memory that he didn't want to remember. If Abigail Tanner hadn't come to their house today, he would have buried that secret forever.

When he confessed everything that happened that night, Old Master Simons angrily punched the wall and said, "This woman is really as cunning as her mother is. She used the exact same trick to trap me before!" He sighed and continued, "I didn't expect my son and I-clever as we are to fall into both of their hands. I really can't bear it."

"Like mother, like daughter. Now that things have turned out this way, it's useless getting angry. We have to think of a way to solve this."

Madam Simons turned to look at her daughter-in-law and said with distress, "Yasmine, I know that you're feeling very upset now. Don't worry. Your father, Sebastian and I are on your side. We won't let that vixen stir up trouble to disturb our family."

After listening to Sebastian's explanation, Yasmine Taylor still did not really react. To her, she could only think of the moment when Abigail confidently announced that she was pregnant with Sebastian's child. That was the most important. Nothing else was important at the moment.

She got up slowly, walked to the wardrobe, and took a suitcase out. Sebastian was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Yasmine, where are you going?"

"I'm going to stay at the beach villa for a few days."

After blankly packing a few pieces of clothing, she turned around and walked out of the bedroom with her suitcase. Sebastian stopped her. "Will you forgive me?"

"Do you really think that I could tell you that it didn't matter to me? That all you did was impregnate another woman? Do you think I could say that?"

Yasmine retorted coldly. Sebastian was speechless. She lowered her head and went downstairs in dismay. Sebastian wanted to stop her, but his father stopped him. "Let her calm down for the time being." "Yes, your father is right. No woman could tolerate such a thing. Now it's time for her to be alone, calm down, and sort out her messy thoughts."

Sebastian felt his heart aching terribly. He rubbed his forehead and was exhausted from the chaotic life.

"Don't worry, Yasmine is a strong person. She will survive."

The air in the beach villa was filled with sadness and despair. Yasmine stared at the spacious bedroom. Not long ago, she and Sebastian had made love in this very place. In just a few months, a lot of change had happened. That night, she had confidently decided to face all of life's difficulties with Sebastian. But now... her plan failed to catch up with the reality. She really could not bear the change this time.

If it was just a simple one-night stand, she might be able to recover after a short while of sadness. But now, there was a child involved. Was she going to tend to an innocent child with Sebastian? She couldn't be so cruel, and at the same time, she couldn't bear to raise the child of her love rival. It was not that she was narrow-minded, but no woman in the world could do it.

If she faced her love rival's child every day, it would be like she was facing Abigail every single day. Even thinking of such a life was painful and miserable.

And she would think of her husband's betrayal every time she saw the child. No matter whether Sebastian had intended for that night to happen, the child had already existed.

Yasmine collapsed and sat on the sofa. Finally, she couldn't hold back her tears and she cried out loud.

What could she do if her fate was more bitter than a coptis? How much scarring would it take to destroy her heart?

That night, it was as if she had washed her face with tears. She sat alone in the dark. For the whole night, she was no longer afraid. When life was full of danger, what else could scare her?

The next day, Madam Simons went to the villa with some servants. When she saw Yasmine's haggard face, she held Yasmine's hand in distress and said, "Yasmine, don't be sad anymore. If you go on like this your health will collapse. If you collapse, my son will collapse as well. His current mood completely depends on your feelings. You poor children really break my heart..."

"I'm sorry."

"Silly girl, what are you saying sorry? I should be the one apologizing. It's our family who should apologize to you."

Madam Simons quickly told a servant, "Bring me the food."

The servants put the basket onto the tea table and brought out a few layers of exquisite delicacies. "Miss, no matter how uncomfortable you feel, you have to eat something."

Yasmine shook her head. "I don't want to eat."

"You can't just let it be. Your body doesn't belong to you alone. Be a good girl. For the sake of your mother, you should eat something." "Yes, Madam Simons prepared this for you. Madam Simons had not cooked for many years."

Seeing the hope in her mother-in-law's eyes, Yasmine could not bear to refuse the old woman's kindness. She took the soup from the servant with trembling hands and put it into her mouth, spoonful by spoonful. Her lips were pale and dry, without a trace of blood. Her cheeks seemed to have shrunk overnight. Under her long eyelashes, there were dark circles around her eyes. Looking at her daughter-in-law, Madam Simons could not help but feel sad. She sighed helplessly and said, "Yasmine, you know more than anyone else about how Sebastian feels about you. He would rather run away from home than to sleep with another woman. He would not betray you. Besides, do you really believe what Abigail says? It isn't necessarily Sebastian's child even if she says so. We still have to wait three months for the test results."

"I knew all along that he would not betray me. However, the problem we are facing now is not the betrayal but the child. If the child really is his, Mom, please tell me what I should do."

Madam Simons was stunned. She hadn't thought about the matter carefully. After a moment of thought, she said, "Even if it's Sebastian's child, you don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it with your father-in- law."

Yasmine did not speak again, because she knew very well that things would be different then. Her parents-in-law might change their minds.

At the Golurium Club, Sebastian sat on a sofa with a gloomy face. He looked directly at the woman opposite him and said coldly, "Abort the child."

Abigail looked at him in shock and shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? This is your child!"

"I don't care who this child belongs to. I'm telling you to abort it. Do it now while I'm still speaking civilly to you. Otherwise..."

His cool eyes reflected a cold light. "You will pay for today's stubborn behavior."

Abigail was completely irritated. She stood up and roared hysterically, "I won't abort it! Let's see what you can do to me! You want Yasmine to forgive you, so you're telling me to abort my child. Dream on! We'll see who the final winner is!"

Sebastian stared at her back as she turned around and left. He clenched his fists tightly and there were blood vessels bulging out of the back of his hand.

He sat in the club until it was dark. When he walked out of the door of the club, he didn't want to go home. Every minute of being home without Yasmine was torture. Subconsciously, he drove to the beach villa Looking at the dim yellow light in a window, his eyes slowly became wet.

He had never felt so far from Yasmine like he did now. He wanted to go in and hug his beloved wife, but he knew that he was the last person she wanted to see right now.

He didn't want to leave at all. He just stood there quietly. Even if he was very lonely, it was better than going home and facing a desolate and sad atmosphere.

The wind blew. Yasmine walked to the window and stretched her slender wrists out. Just as she was about to draw the curtain, she inadvertently saw a haggard figure in the darkness. Even though it was very dark, she could clearly tell that it was her husband, Sebastian.

Without any hesitation, she drew the curtains, and the last ray of light from the window also disappeared. Darkness surrounded Sebastian. Only the sea in the distance could be heard, roaring angrily from time to time, as if it was filled with resentment of the world.

Sebastian stood there quietly and only returned to the car when it was midnight. He slept in the car. When it was dawn, he drove the car to the company. For the following three nights, he did that.

Even if he couldn't see her, as long as he saw the light from her room, he would feel more assured and could sleep for at least a few hours. Otherwise, he couldn't sleep for even a minute.

Yasmine knew that he had been standing in front of her window for four consecutive nights, but she did not go out at all. It wasn't every time that an apology could be exchanged for forgiveness. Not everything could be forgiven with a smile.

On the fifth night, there was a tornado. Even with the window closed, the roaring of the sea outside was loud. A strong wind blew the light purple curtain through the window crack. Yasmine lay on the bed, staring blankly at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling. She knew that Sebastian must be outside at this moment. Even if the lights were turned off, he would not leave.

The fierce wind lasted for nearly three hours before it finally stopped. However, in an instant, it began to rain heavily. The rain knocked against the doors and windows, disturbing Yasmine's thoughts. She lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and slowly walked to the window. She lifted the curtain on one side and looked out. Sebastian was still there. His whole body was drenched by the rain, but he stood still like a big tree, motionless.

She closed her eyes and went back to bed again, forcing herself to fall asleep. However, the more she forced herself, the more she couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, all she could see was Sebastian standing in the rain and missing her deeply.