The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 153

"Nothing much, but I want to know your thoughts and what your plans are."

"Why do I need to tell you that?"

Yasmine's cloudy eyes reflected a cold light. She glanced sharply at the woman in front of her. Abigail Tanner smiled and said, "Well, you don't really have to do that, but may I remind you once again? If you can't give birth to a child, then you should leave Sebastian. That is the only way you could prove that you love him."

"What's the point of reminding me that? You are just someone from Sebastian's past. Could you please be mindful of that before you speak?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Who says that I'm just someone from his past? Until now, he couldn't accept the fact that I had abandoned him. He and I cannot be separated. Although you intervened when he was at his most vulnerable, our love is stronger than that. We are destined to be together and nothing will change that. Otherwise, you wouldn't be suffering from infertility now, would you?"

Yasmine Taylor was trembling with anger. When Abigail used the word "infertility", it was as if she was spitting on her's face. Yasmine felt humiliated and disgusted.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Anyway, you better be smart and leave."

"I won't leave Sebastian!" "What's the point of staying by his side?" Abigail raised her eyebrows. "You can't even give birth to a child like a normal woman. Don't you think it's shameless of you to continue clinging on to him?"

"When compared to other women who would shamelessly poke their noses into other people's marriages, I don't think there's anything wrong with

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me.

"Yasmine, let me get this straight. I came to you because I found out that you're infertile. Did I ever look for you before? I simply think that it's unfair to Sebastian. He is a complete man, and he needs a complete family. But now, you can't even give him that. Therefore, shouldn't you leave him? Shouldn't I be the one to give him a complete family?"

Yasmine sneered and said, "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen someone as terrible and shameless as you are. Did you think that the Simons family would accept you as soon as I leave Sebastian? You're just like your mother, always taking advantage of other people's precarious situations."

Abigail's face darkened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if they don't accept me, they won't accept a woman who is a dead weight either. They might be willing to accept you now, but do you really think that that would be the case forever? You would be kicked out of the house in less than three years!"

"You don't have to concern yourself with that. No matter what happens to me in the future, don't you dare think you could get close to my man!"

"I can't seem to get through to you. Why don't I ask Sebastian to join us and we can talk to him about this some other day? Sebastian loves children, so it will be easier for me to communicate with him than it is with you."

Yasmine felt as if her heart was stabbed. She said coldly, "Stop daydreaming. Sebastian doesn't like children. If you're planning to rouse him with the idea of having children, I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible."

Abigail burst out laughing. "Did you just say that he doesn't like children? You're ridiculous. Just because you can't have children yourself doesn't mean that other people don't like children. Three

years ago, when Sebastian and I were still together, we often argued about having children. Do you know that?"

Yasmine remained silent with a gloomy face. Abigail continued proudly, "He said he wanted a daughter in the future, and I said that I wanted a son. We frequently argued over the gender of our future child. He even thought of a name for the child. However, I won't tell you what the name is, because it was chosen for the child whom he and I will bear. You, as an outsider, do not need to know."

If the beginning of Abigail's speech was like a knife, then the end was undoubtedly like a sword, piercing Yasmine's heart mercilessly. Her heart was bleeding, but outwardly, she did not shed even a drop of tear. No one knew how much perseverance it took to hide her pain so well.

"Anything else you want to say? Go on."

Abigail was stunned. She didn't expect Yasmine to remain so calm. Seeing Abigail's silence, Yasmine got up slowly, picked up the glass of water in front of her, and poured it over Abigail's face. "Remember, don't have ambitions that you shouldn't have."

She turned around and left. Abigail's body was shaking. She muttered to herself, "Yasmine, I will show you what real ambition is!"

After leaving the cafe, Yasmine's disguise collapsed. She walked forward with tears streaming down her face. Why? Why did some people have to recklessly sprinkle salt over her wounds when she never intended to hurt anyone? Did they derive joy from her pain?

She arrived at the sea and cried hysterically to the sparkling water surface. She had been holding it in for so long from the beginning to the present moment. Now, she finally felt tired of her helpless marriage. She wanted to give up.

It was not because of Abigail's provocation, but because of her uneasy conscience. Even if Abigail didn't say those things to her, she would have thought of it herself. She knew that this day would come eventually, and it was only a matter of time.

After leaving the beach, she went to Sebastian's company. She had prepared herself and she looked like a delicate but beautiful flower. Standing before Sebastian, she smiled and said, "Honey, are you off work already?"

Sebastian was very surprised at her arrival. "Yasmine, why are you here?"

"I'm here to check on you. I want to see if you've been flirting with your secretary." Sebastian burst into laughter and said, "Secretary who? Fynn? He's not my type."

"I know that other than Fynn, you have another two beautiful secretaries."

Sebastian pretended to be surprised and said, "You know about that? Looks like I need to be careful from now on."

Yasmine waved her fist at him grumpily and said, "Try cheating on me and you'll see."

"Yes, my dear wife."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Yasmine's tone became gentler as she said, "What time will you be getting off work? I'll treat you to dinner."

"Treat me to dinner?" Sebastian was flattered. "Why do you want to treat me to dinner?"

"Actually, I'm not inviting you to dinner. I simply want to cook a delicious meal for you."

"Sure."

Sebastian looked at the clock on the wall and said, "I should be able to leave in about an hour."

"Well, then I'll go back and cook. I'll be at the beach villa. See you later."

"Wait a minute."

Sebastian pulled her back and asked, "Why are you going to the beach villa?"

"I'm cooking for you and you alone."

Yasmine blinked at him and left with a smile.

For the next hour, Sebastian was immersed in joy. He felt like his wife was going to surprise him.

After work, he hurried to the beach villa. After parking the car, he took a deep breath and reached out to ring the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a while but no one answered. He lowered his head slightly and saw that the door was unlocked.

With a smile on his lips, he reached out to push the door open. He walked in quietly.

He thought that as soon as he entered the door, there would be bustling from the kitchen. However, he entered to find the whole house quiet. There was no sound at all.

There were two plates of carbonara pasta on the dining table in the living room. They looked quite exquisite.

Didn't she say that she wanted to cook a delicious meal for him? So why was there only pasta?

With a strange feeling, he put down the bag, walked around the whole villa, and finally stopped at the door of the bedroom.

He peeped into the bedroom and saw Yasmine combing her short hair in front of a dresser in the bedroom.

Short hair?

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. He stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Yasmine?"

He even doubted that the woman in before him was his wife Yasmine. Her clothes and hairstyle were so different. The woman turned around slowly. It was indeed his wife Yasmine. Sebastian was dumbfounded.

"What's wrong? Don't I look good?"

Yasmine tidied her short hair which reached her earlobes. There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Why did you... how did you..." Sebastian stuttered for a long time before he could finish his sentence, "...cut your hair?"

"Nothing much. I just wanted to change my hairstyle."

Yasmine walked over to him and asked, "I don't look good, do I?"

"It looks good, but it's a little strange."

"What's so strange about it?"

"You don't look like you at all..."

Sebastian was drooling, and his blood vessels were about to burst. He looked at Yasmine from her head to her foot, and back to the top. His throat was trembling. The woman in front of him was full of charm. She was so attractive that even his soul was attracted.

"Yasmine..."

Sebastian stepped forward and grabbed her slim waist. He pressed his arm against her ear and asked, "Are you seducing me?"

Heat. Temperature... They burned all his senses.

Yasmine smiled charmingly and said, "Be gentle."

This was the best answer that she could offer. Sebastian's blood rushed to his head and he picked her up like an evil wolf. Yasmine said softly, "Sebastian, let's not rush it, okay? Please be gentle."

He paused for a moment and held back the beastlike desire in his body. He nodded and agreed, "Okay."

It was a beautiful night, and she gave him unprecedented pleasure. It seemed like she wanted to use all the energy in her body to satisfy him. His breathing became heavier and heavier. When he climaxed, he let out a beast- like cry. However, at that moment, he heard Yasmine say, "Let's get divorced."