All Chapters of My Substitute Husband Regrets Letting Me Go: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emma’s POVIt felt like everywhere was full of noise. I walked into the studio feeling like I was barely breathing. I was looking at the gallery, but I wasn't looking at the artwork at all.My heartbeat continued to blare in my ears.My body felt weak; I was tired.It was way more than physical exhaustion. I was also emotionally tired and felt empty."Emma?" Abigail called out as she took in what I looked like. She rushed towards me.I knew I looked terrible, and I tried to fix my appearance, but I could not bring myself to. I let her see all of my vulnerability the way I was."Emma, what is wrong," she said with a soft voice as she looked at me and reached out to hold me.It was when she held on to me that I realized that my body was trembling."Emma, you don't look good. Do you need any medical attention?" She took me to her enclosed office, where she helped me sit.She looked at me quietly and wrapped her hands around me again."You know you can tell me whatever is going on, right?

Ava's POVThe brilliance of the city skyline flowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the office's polished hardwood floor. The room smelled of leather and expensive cologne, Sebastian's cologne. After all these years, his scent remained the same—a blend of strength and something nebulous that was just out of my grasp. So close, yet so far away. But not for long. My shoes clicked softly on the floor as I rushed to the mahogany desk. My heart was steady, and my breathing was even. I have taken what I wanted in the past and would do so again, regardless of the consequences. Sebastian's safe was hidden behind a massive framed painting of a stormy sea. I reached up and felt the cool metal of the frame with my fingers, then slipped it away swiftly. As I remember, the safe was sleek, black, and composed of reinforced steel. A wall that kept me from all to which I was entitled. I smiled. It wouldn't stop me, and it couldn't. I extracte

Sebastian's POVLike an unwanted visitor, silence descended upon the hospital room. As I gazed at the ceiling, Emma's words again played in my head, each phrase more piercing than the last. "Let's not drag this out, Sebastian. You must go on. I have already done so." Her tone of chilly finality had struck me more strongly than I had anticipated.A dull aching stretched through my chest, and I clenched my fists, my nails cutting into my hands. I knew well than to think it was from the procedure. The woman who had just cut whatever tiny thread remained between us was the only reason for this suffering, not my physical condition. Emma had done this to me. She hadn't hesitated either. She didn't turn around. She didn't seem to care about me at all. The fury raging inside me was revealed by the irregular beeps of the cardiac monitor next to me. I forced myself to remain composed as I took a deep breath, but the betrayal twisted like a razor in my stomach. Had she truly moved o

Sebastian’s POVThe living room was bathed in a golden glow as the morning light came through the drapes. With a cup of black coffee in my hand, I sat on the couch and gazed at the unfinished meal on the table.My thoughts were elsewhere.Emma.Her voice was still echoing in my mind, piercing and far away, a wound I hadn't yet healed."Let's not drag this out, Sebastian. You must go on. I've done so already. We cannot continue in this manner."I tightened my grasp on the coffee mug and gritted my jaw.She had spoken so icily, like though she didn't care about me. She seemed like a completely different person. As if she had changed from the person I knew.She was pushing me away for a reason I couldn't see, and I wanted to think it was a lie. What option did I have, though, after everything—after Ava's pregnancy, the divorce, and her inability to stand up for us?"Sebastian," Ava said, interrupting my train of thought.I looked up to see her standing in the doorway, looking as present

Emma's POVIt was a calm drive home.I leaned my head against the window and observed the city lights flickering by. I felt the vibrations of the world outside as my fingers delicately touched the cool glass. The wind carried the little smell of rain through the window's tiny opening. "You shouldn't do that," Abigail spoke in a soft yet forceful tone. Her eyes flickered toward me as I turned my head slightly, then back to the road. "Do what?" Even though I already understood what she meant, I asked. She let out a sigh. "Keep the window open in that manner. It's bad for both you and the unborn child." After a moment of hesitation, I rolled up the window. Once more, there was quiet between us. I could feel Abigail's eyes hovering over me every few seconds as she continued to drive. She waited for me to say something. I didn't. Instead, I allowed my thoughts to stray to Gloria's harsh remarks, to the department store, to the baby clothes I had chosen. She treated me like tr