He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 31
He suddenly stepped forward.
“Can’t that someone be you?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“Why?”
He asked that last question like a lost child.
Looking at him, I suddenly thought of years ago.
The first time we flew a kite together, the string snapped, and he ran halfway down the street to retrieve it for me.
Back then, he really had been good to me.
I didn’t believe all seven years had been a lie.
It was just that, over time, love had changed, and so had his choices.
I couldn’t forgive all the hurt that came later just because, once upon a time, I had received a little kindness.
I said, “Sebastian, because when it was time to choose, you didn’t choose me.”
His whole body jolted.
I went on, “And once was enough.”
On my wedding day, the capital was covered in a thick blanket of snow.
The Westmoor Pack’s convoy stretched from the Royal Hotel all the way to the Crawford residence. White floral ribbons adorned the hoods of the dark SUVs and ceremonial cars, and the Royal Guard provided a traffic escort for the border commander’s wedding.
My mother asked if she could do my hair.
My aunt had originally objected, but I told her to let it be.
My mother’s hands shook the entire time. As she fastened my hair clip, she nearly dropped it.
“Adeline, come back and visit often.”
I looked at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly realized that my mother had gotten old.
There was gray at her temples now, and fine lines creased the corners of her eyes.
I had once wanted her favor so desperately.