The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 106

It was a dead silence. After a long time, Sebastian finally opened his mouth and said,

"Perhaps you think that the answer is not important to you, but it is important to me. If I don’t untie this knot in my heart, I’ll never be at peace."

Yasmine pushed him away. "What made you restless isn’t because she betrayed you! Instead, it's because she never got to be your wife!"

"Yasmine!"

Sebastian’s anger was rising inside him. "Why did you twist my words? You know I didn't mean that!"

"I'm sorry. But from my understanding, that’s what you meant. I know you, you think marriage is as simple as changing clothes. You could throw me away and take her back!”

"Stop the nonsense!"

Sebastian was really angry. He suddenly leaned forward and pressed her under his body. The hot and stuffy air enveloped her.

"You're not allowed to say such things again..."

She heard his voice and smelled his breath. She did not move at first but later she struggled hard, trying to get away from his grasp. "Let me go! Go and find your Abigail! I don’t mind it at all! Go and find her!"

"Don't mention her name again!" The man shouted and pressed her under his body. He restrained her weak legs with his own long legs and slapped her butt with his hand. "I’ve said it before, you're my wife now!"

"But the one you're thinking about is not your wife..." Yasmine kept struggling. The collar of her shirt slipped open due to her violent movements. "Let me go. I hate you!"

Sebastian Simons became furious again when he heard the words ‘I hate you’. He turned her over and dragged her into his arms. He lowered his head and violently kissed her seductive lips.

He kissed her tears away and squeezed her tiny waist with his big hands. He was so strong that he was almost going to break her waist into two.

She lay in his arms and could not see his face clearly. But she saw his fiery eyes, it was so hot and bright, making her shiver.

Her body slowly softened, and the pleasure slowly messed up her consciousness. She really hated this man, but at the same time, she loved him so much.

Yasmine gradually woke up and she felt the pain in her body return as the numbness left. Her lower body was still sore from his attack.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Sebastian came out with a bath towel around his waist. His hair was still wet, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his lips. "I'll carry you in for a bath..."

Yasmine got up, but her beautiful eyes were empty. She did not allow him to carry her and walked into the bathroom by herself.

She stayed in the bathtub and did not come out.

After pondering for a really long time, Yasmine decided to ask Ethan Zordon out. She called the number Ethan gave to her. He did not refuse and promised to meet her.

The next evening, Yasmine met him at the cafe. He was wearing a leather suit and pants, carrying a big guitar on his shoulder. It looked like he was either getting ready for a gig, or had just finished a

performance.

Staring at him from afar, Yasmine admitted that Ethan was also a handsome man. If Abigail left Sebastian for no other reason, it was not impossible that she fell in love with Ethan.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Ethan put his guitar aside. He grinned at Yasmine with a bright smile.

"Not too long. What do you want to drink?"

Yasmine handed him the coffee menu.

"I'll have a Cappuccino."

Ethan simply glanced at the menu.

She called the waiter and said, "Two cups of cappuccino."

"Why did you ask me out?"

Ethan went straight to the point.

"Can you take me to Abigail? There’s something I need to tell her."

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about it."

"Why? You should know that your cousin is looking for her now. Do you want him to find her first?" "He won’t find her."

Ethan was very sure.

The waiter brought the coffee. Yasmine hurriedly took a sip and said, "Since she’s already back here, why does she want to hide? What is she trying to do?"

"I don’t think you should meet her."

"What do you mean? Do you think that I will attack her?"

"No, it’s not that."

"Then why won't you let me see her? I just want to talk to her."

Ethan sighed and said, "I’m really sorry. Abigail doesn't want to see anyone for the time being. When she’s ready to meet you, she will find you.”

Seeing his firm stance, Yasmine Taylor asked for the last time, "Are you sure I can't?"

"Yes."

He refused once again.

"Fine, if it’s that troublesome, then I won’t make things difficult."

Yasmine lowered her head and sipped her coffee, but she was unable to hide the disappointment on her face.

After Ethan left, she walked on the street in a trance. She did not want to go home so early, but she did not know where else she could go. Yasmine walked on the streets for a long time when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. "Yasmine, Yasmine!"

She turned and looked around, searching for the source of the voice. She saw that the person who called her was Scott Jules's mother, Claudine Tucker.

Claudine poked her head out of the car window and waved at her with a smile. Although she had made a promise that she would not see Claudine again, she could not just walk away so rudely.

She walked towards her car and greeted politely, "Auntie, what a coincidence."

Claudine got out of the car. She seemed to be very happy to see her. "Yes, what a coincidence." She looked at her empty hands and asked, "Are you going shopping?"

"No, I just met up with a friend and I was about to go home."

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"Yes."

"You don’t have anything to do at home, right? Why don't we have dinner together again?"

Yasmine was a little embarrassed. "I can't always be bothering you."

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. I know a place which serves some nice grilled meat, why don't we go there?"

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Yasmine could not think of any reason to refuse when Claudine was looking at her with anticipation.

"Well? It's just a meal together. Is it so difficult?" Claudine held her hand and grumbled unhappily. She looked like a child despite her age.

Opposite of the road, a luxurious limousine was slowly moving forward. In the car, Madam Simons, dressed in riches, was sleeping with her eyes closed. Suddenly, the driver said, "Hey, isn't that Young Madam?"

Madam Simons opened her eyes slowly and looked over. Suddenly, her face turned pale.

"Do you want me to drive over?"

the driver asked.

"There’s no need."

She shook her head and stared at Yasmine and the old lady. Her heart was full of mixed feelings.

In the end, Yasmine could not refuse Claudine’s invitation and went to the restaurant together. Claudine ordered a tableful of food and asked curiously when she saw Yasmine daydreaming: "Yasmine, why are you eating so little? Is there something bothering you?"

Yasmine shook her head. "No."

"You look really pale, are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?"

"It’s fine, it’s probably because I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then, eat more. Don’t waste all of the food that I ordered."

"Yes, okay."

In the Mansion House, Madam Simons had her head in the clouds. "Mom, I'm talking to you. Why aren’ t you answering?"

Tiffany glared at her worried mother.

Madam Simons came back to her senses and asked, "What did you say?"

"You didn't hear what I just said? Fine. I won't repeat myself. You and Dad only care about Sebastian and not me.

Tiffany walked out of the house gloomily. She told her mum that she liked someone and she wanted her to help.

She took a lot of time summoning up courage to tell her mother. But in the end, her mum did not even listen to her.

Yasmine did not go home until it was nine o’clock. Usually Madam Simons would have already gone to bed, but tonight she was still in the living room, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Mom, haven't you slept yet?"

"Yasmine, come here. I need to ask you something."

Madam Simons waved at her.

Yasmine sat beside Madam Simons and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"Where did you have dinner?"

"I was eating with a friend."

"Is your friend’s surname Tucker?"

Yasmine’s eyes widened in surprise. "Mom, how did you know?"

A strange look flashed across Madam Simons's face. "I saw you talking to someone in the afternoon."

"Do you know Auntie Claudine, too?"

"Yes, I know her."

"Oh, it seems that I was destined to meet her after all. Her son is the principal of my school."

"Kurston Jules's son?"

Yasmine did not know Scott's father's name, but when she heard the surname Jules, she nodded and said, "I think so."

"Did she say anything?"

Yasmine saw that Madam Simons seemed to be a little nervous.

"No, we just casually chatted."

Madam Simons breathed out in relief. "Yasmine, can you promise me that you won't meet her ever again?”

Yasmine was a little shocked. She asked, "Are you worried that Sebastian might misunderstand my relationship with Auntie Claudine because of Principal Jules?"

"Yes."

Although that was not really the case, Mila nodded her head. There were some things that she could not be honest about, not even to her daughter-in-law.

"Don't worry, mom. I had planned for this. It’s just that I so happened to bump into her on the street."

"Well, I'm relieved. Do you have her number?" "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Can you give it to me? If I have time, I can ask her out and we can talk about the good old days."

Yasmine gave the number to her mother- in- law. Throughout the night, Mila tossed and turned on her bed. Finally, the next day, Mila called the number Yasmine gave to her.

The two women finally met at a tea house after 10 years.

"My dear Claudine, long time no see."

Claudine smirked, "I don’t recall the both of us being so close, especially with one who stole my man."

"It's been so long. You still haven’t let it go?"

"Let it go? Ha, if your fiance got married to your good friend, would you be able to let it go?"

"I know you can’t accept it but you can’t force love. Titus has never had feelings for you from the start. Even if you two got married, the both of you would never be happy.

"But at least I would be happier than I am now."

Mila knew about Claudine’s and Kurtson’s divorce eighteen years ago. She sighed, "Kurtson was a good man, it was you who didn't know how to appreciate him."

"Enough with your nonsense, you got the man you wanted but you left me alone to suffer. Mila Zordon, I’m going to make you taste the pain I felt all these years.”

Claudine said that furiously. No matter how long it had been, she could not forget the humiliation she felt that year.

Thirty years ago, Claudine and Mila were best friends. Claudine had a loving boyfriend, Titus Simons. The two families planned for their marriage to unite both business empires, and Claudine loved him very much. However, she did not know whether Titus felt the same for her. Not long after their engagement, Titus wanted to break it off but Claudine could not accept it. No matter how she begged, Titus was serious about breaking up with her, to the point where he was willing to split half of his fortune, just to break up with her. Since Titus was persistent on the break off, Claudine's

parents cancelled their engagement without her knowledge. Less than three months later, Titus got married, and the bride was her best friend Mila. The fact that Claudine found harder to accept was that Mila was already five months pregnant on the day she got married.

She almost broke down. Claudine went to the Simons family and made a big fuss over the entire incident. Since then, the good relationship between both ladies was ruined. In order to take revenge against her parents, she married a young, lowly police officer named Kurtson Jules.

After the marriage, the relationship between Kurtson and Claudine was plain. Although Kurtson loved her, she still loved Titus. Titus’ s business grew bigger and bigger, to the point where he constantly appeared on the news headlines. Claudine could not stand it anymore and decided to go abroad and start her own business. But her husband, Kurtson, did not allow it and threatened to file for a divorce if she wanted to leave. In the end, she still chose to divorce Kurtson. She left her eight- year- old son behind and left the country for 18 years.