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

Sebastian's POVAva’s voice had been haunting me.I couldn't shake them. I couldn't stop the way her words twisted and turned in my mind, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts, making me question everything I had ever known about Emma.But no.Emma wasn’t that kind of person.I remembered the mornings she’d wake up early just to make me coffee, always perfect, even when I was still half asleep, grumbling about how tired I was. I remembered the way she’d make sure every little thing was in place, not because it was expected, but because she cared—so much, it was almost overwhelming.A woman like that doesn’t simply walk away.Just call her, I told myself. I pressed the call button.It rang once.Then came the cold, mechanical voice that made my stomach drop:“The number you have dialed has blocked you.”The door creaked open. Alex walked in, clipboard in hand. His eyes flickered over me, but he didn’t wait for a greeting.Alex set the chart down and started adjusting my IV. I didn’t loo

Emma's POVI was crushed by the weight of my own words as soon as I hung up. I clasped my hand to my mouth, my fingers shaking as I tried desperately to hold back the sob that threatened to burst out. However, it was pointless. Tears rolled down my cheeks and between my fingers, dropping onto my phone as if it was trying to wash away the words I had just spoken through the phone. My sobs kept making my body quake. I had fulfilled my obligation. I had to do it. Sebastian had heard the meanest things I could have said. Deeply hurtful statements that were intended to drive him away. But I was powerless. He would have seen right through me if I had faltered if my voice had faltered even for a moment. He would have been aware that every word was false. And I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't make such a mistake. I was startled when a hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see a blurry reflection of Abigail. She knelt next to me, her brows pushed together, her face gent

Emma’s POVCouples walking hand in hand, kids pulling at their parents, and friends giggling over coffee made the mall a hive of activity. I felt oddly distant from the routine of it all, as though I were traversing a world that was no longer mine. I only partially listened to Abigail as she talked about a new shop she wanted to check out next to me. After my last talk with Alex, I was so overwhelmed by the jumble of emotions that my thoughts were elsewhere. "Let's not drag this out, Sebastian. You must go on. I have already done so. I went on, "It's okay that we weren't meant to be together." My throat still ached from the words. I had said such things to keep myself safe. to keep my kid safe. However, they had left me with a wound that I doubted would ever fully recover. My heart had suffered a serious injury. "Emma?" I was startled out of my reverie by Abigail's words. "Hmm?" She abruptly halted in front of a baby boutique, with its window display brimming with pl

Sebastian’s POV My father's remarks hung in the air like an unresolved storm, and the living room fell eerily silent. "You’re making a mistake." I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I slowly breathed. It had been a tiring conversation—Raymond always managed to get past my well-constructed barriers. But what was it he thought I would do? Go after Emma? She had decided. I was now creating mine. When I looked up, I saw my father going back inside with an unreadable expression as the front door creaked open once more. "Changed your mind?" I mumbled, immediately grabbing for the whiskey glass I had left behind. Raymond took a while to reply. With a groan, he approached the couch and took a seat, closely observing me. "You plan to follow through on all of this? "Are you certain?" he inquired at last. Before responding, I took a slow sip of my beverage and let the warmth to burn down my throat. "I don’t know what you mean." Raymond gave a dry laugh. "Son, don't act foolis

Sebastian's POVPower is a peculiar entity. With just a phone call, you can change the world around you, make things your way, and destroy someone else's work, yet feelings cannot be erased. It cannot take away the smothering pain in my chest and the flaming anger I felt when I glanced at Emma across the floor. Her pride, her passion, her evidence of existence, her painting was gone. She also realized that I was to blame. She turned slowly, her face unimpressed, but I could see that her fingers were trembling a little. The long breath she took as though fortifying herself. "You did this," she said in a whisper. A declaration rather than a query. Swirling the whiskey in my glass, I shrugged. "Does it matter?" She opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't make a sound. Unshed tears glistened in her dark eyes as the golden brightness of the chandelier reflected in them. Her eyes briefly blazed with something: hurt, betrayal, and tiredness. And then she blinked it away as fa