The Seventh Miserable Bride

The cool night breeze was blowing gently. Scott Jules drove them to the side of the river. He parked his car and got off immediately, staring at the sparkling surface of the river. He was let down, and he could even hear the sound of his heart breaking.

He didn't even go home after he landed this afternoon. He rushed to the ball so that he could see the dear woman he loved as soon as possible. But what he got in return was like a lightning bolt, out of the blue.

"Principal Jules, how can you pull such a crazy stunt in public?"

Yasmine got off the car and questioned him, with a hint of accusation.

"Crazy?" Scott turned around and roared furiously. "If it were you, could you still be rational? A person you deeply love unknowingly got married to someone else out of the blue?!"

"I have told you multiple times, we are not meant for each other. You are my superior at work and we are merely friends outside work. I couldn't stop you when you publicly showed affection in the past, but look I am married now. Could you at least put yourself in my shoes and stop putting me into awkward situations like this?" Yasmine half-persuaded.

"Not meant for each other? What about that Sebastian? Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

"I know." She took a deep breath.

"Why would you still marry him if you knew? Do you think that I'm bad? To the extent that you'd rather have someone who never took marriage seriously? Or are you just like all the other women, who marry him for his wealth?"

Yasmine raised her head and stared at the man in front of her for some time. "Yes, you are right. I am exactly a woman like that and I have always been. So, stop thinking that I am perfect," she ended her sentence without any trace of emotion.

Yasmine left Scott alone. She did not care how others thought about her. What's more important was she knew what she was doing.

Scott felt his already broken heart rip into a thousand pieces, shouting behind her, "Do you think saying that would make me give up on you? If that's the case, I wouldn't have loved you until now!!" Scott's perseverance touched her before, but it had nothing to do with love. There was no love in Yasmine's world, only hatred.

Inside the mansion, Mila Simons was so worried that she could almost pull her hair out. Two hours ago, her son came stomping home angrily. She wanted to stop him, but he spoke first, threatening that no one was allowed to mention Yasmin's name in front of him. Or else, he would divorce the woman immediately.

Because of that, none of the family dared ask what happened. They all knew Sebastian's temper. There was no telling what he would do if he got mad. "Mom, he hasn't been so angry at any woman before, has he?"

Tiffany Simons was puzzled and asked her mother, who was also pondering the same question for the past two hours.

"Yeah, it's worrying. Why do those two always get into arguments every time they go out?"

"Do you think Yasmine was left alone on the road again?" Tifanny added.

"Hmmm. That's possible. I think it's better to let the drivers to go out and look for her."

As Mila was about to summon the drivers, Yasmine came back. Tiffany noticed her first. She jumped up and shouted, "Yasmine, you're finally home..."

"Mom. Tiffany." Yasmine greeted, nodding apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made both of you worried."

"It's okay. It's good that you're back. But, what exactly happened?"

Mila pointed upstairs and Yasmine immediately got her point. She asked carefully, "Is he mad?"

Tiffany replied in a heartbeat. "He was so furious, he almost beat me and mom up."

"Tiffany, don't scare Yasmine. That's exaggerated."

Mila threw a glare at her daughter. "But, what could have happened to drive him that way? I mean he used to be angry but never like this." Mila asked concernedly.

With some difficulty, Yasmine smiled and reassured, "Mom, don't worry. It's not a big deal. I can handle it myself. I'll go up first..."