All Chapters of My Substitute Husband Regrets Letting Me Go: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EMMA'S POVI sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands, it felt like it would break.Tears dripped off my cheeks, landing on the screen and smudging the surface. My thumb hovered over the next photo in the album, a picture of Sebastian and me at the beach last summer.His smile was so bright, so perfect and I was tucked up against him, my eyes practically glowing with the kind of happiness that made you feel warm all over.But now? That happiness was gone. Everything between Sebastian and I was gone. Our love, care and happiness for each other.I wiped at my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie, but it didn’t help much. My vision was still blurry, the smiley faces in the pool now looked like they were underwater.I sniffled and pressed delete. It was the fifth photo I’d deleted in the past ten minutes. Every time I hit that button, it felt like I was destroying a part of myself, making me sadder. My heart was screaming at me to stop, to at least keep o

EMMA'S POVJust minutes after Sebastian stormed out of the room, the door opened again, but this time it wasn’t him, fortunately.A man in a suit stepped inside, holding a leather briefcase that screamed business. My lawyer. I sat up straighter, wiping my clammy hands on my blanket as he approached me with a calm, professional expression.He handed me the stack of papers without saying much, just a polite nod as if he knew words weren’t necessary. My eyes landed on the white divorce agreement in my lap, and for a moment, I just stared at it.My chest felt tight and it hurt. It felt like I was ending an important part of my life but beneath all of that, there was something else. Determination. This was it.This was the clean break I needed. No more back and forth, no more second-guessing or waiting for Sebastian to explain himself. No more hoping for something that would never come. No more Ava and Sebastian. This couldn't drag on any longer, the sooner I signed, the lesser my pain wou

Sebastian’s POV Separate? Divorce? I couldn’t process the words. My mind spinned as I stared at Emma, who stood in front of me with tears running down her face. Had I really pushed her to do this? Was this really all my fault?“Sebastian, I just need your signature, and it will all be over,” she said, her voice breaking on the last word. Her teary eyes stared straight at me. The determination in her stare was like a wall I couldn’t climb, and yet all I wanted was to break through it…break through to her. Before I could even open my mouth to respond, she turned abruptly, her sobs muffled as she buried her face in her hands. And then she ran…ran like she couldn’t stand to be near me for even another second. “Emma, wait!” I called out, but my voice barely escaped my throat. My legs felt weak and like they were glued to the spot as I watched her disappear down the hallway, her figure rounding the corner.Fuck, what have I done?I looked down at the crumpled divorce agreement in my h

EMMA'S POVI was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, a mess of clothes and half-packed boxes scattered around me. It felt like my hands were moving on autopilot, folding and tucking things into the boxes.But inside? I felt empty. Like, completely hollow. I couldn't even think about anything, not Sebastian, not Ava, nothing at all.I thought I’d be angry, or sad, or something. But there was just this heavy numbness that made it hard to even think straight.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, lighting up with a notification. I didn't want to talk to anybody right now. I sighed and leaned over to grab it.It was a photo from Ava. How did she even get my number?I stared at it for a moment. It was Sebastian, holding a pair of scissors, his face all serious and focused as he cut the umbilical cord for Ava’s baby.He looked... I don’t know, gentle, I guess. Almost like the Seb I used to know. I kept waiting for some big emotion to hit me, jealousy, heartbreak, anger, bu

EMMA'S POV“I can’t believe Sebastian turned out to be such a scumbag. Getting a divorce is definitely the right choice!” Abigail said angrily, as she slammed her fist on the gallery’s wooden table.A muffled thud echoed through the room, and the art supplies scattered across the table rattled. A jar of paintbrushes nearly tipped over, but she didn’t seem to care. I flinched slightly at the sound, but I didn’t look up. My fingers curled tightly around the cup of water in my hands. I stared down into it, watching the faint ripples from my shaky grip. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore, Abigail,” I said softly, barely above a whisper. Abigail’s features softened for a second, like she regretted the outburst, but then she nodded firmly. “You’re right,” she said lightly. “No more talking about him! He’s not worth our time.”She glanced over at me, her lips twitching into a small smirk like she was trying to pull me out of my depression. “How about this, tonight, we go to a bar,