Chapter 5
Sebastian stood frozen.
He couldn’t breathe.
His voice cracked. “This is some kind of joke, right? Aurora faked her death with you, didn’t she? This is a setup!”
The assistant’s eyes were red. “Sir… Have some rest. We’ve been collecting what’s left of her.”
Bits and pieces.
The explosion had torn her body into shreds.
The pain she must’ve suffered before she died…
Sebastian shut his eyes, trying to block out the image.
But his chest was splitting open, bleeding, and he couldn’t stop it.
She was gone.
Gone.
He turned, voice hollow. “Find out what caused the explosion. I don’t care how long it takes. Don’t stop until you know.”
No one dared defy him.
When he reached down to brush debris off what used to be her face, there was nothing left of that gentle defiance–only blood and ash.
He froze.
Then, without caring how grotesque it was, he pulled the shredded remains into his arms.
And laughed.
Madly.
“You really thought you could leave me like this? From the moment you entered my house, you were mine. Alive or dead–you don’t get to escape.”
He preserved her remains in a golden coffin and refused to bury it.
He lit a thousand cathedral candles in her name, hoping she would return.
But the truth hit when his assistant returned with the report.
“Sir… she bought the explosives from the darknet. She planned this. Three months ago, she was already preparing to die.”
Sebastian staggered. “That cowardly little thing… she really did it? Just because I couldn’t love her like Lloved Vivienne? So she’d rather die?”
He sat at his desk, unmoving until nightfall.
Then he stood.
He would find her. Even if all that remained was a shadow.
He swung the door open–only to find Vivienne waiting.
“Sebastian, she’s gone. Why keep hurting yourself? Why not give the one in front of you a chance?”
She pressed herself into him, whispering seductively. “Let me be the one to soothe you now.”
But he pulled away.
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She wasn’t her.
That scent, that fire, that chaos–Vivienne had none of it.
Only Aurora could quiet his storm.
“You said you loved me,” he said coldly. “But you married someone else without hesitation. Now you want me to love you again?”
“You’re not the one who gets to heal me, Vivienne.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Once, he’d been obsessed with her. Now, he threw her out like trash.
He turned to the guards. “Escort Miss Wynn out. And tell her husband, if he can’t control his wife, I’ll be happy to lock her away myself.”
