The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 35

Madam Simons' maiden name was Mila Zordon and she came from a noble family. Ethan Zordon was her second oldest brother's son. Amongst her brothers and sisters, she and this brother of hers were the closest, so naturally, she loved this nephew of hers very much. But when her nephew destroyed her son's happiness, the pain that she had to bear, no one could understand.

"So, your son's multiple remarriages is because he thinks life is a game? He's doing this to take revenge on the woman who abandoned him," Yasmine boldly reasoned.

"Yes, the betrayal of Abigail and Ethan was a strong psychological blow. Since then, he has suffered from PTSD. For a long time, he suffered, and so did we, as his family. He gave up on himself and couldn't sleep all night as he would recall his beloved woman leaving him every time he closed his eyes..."

"Didn't he see a doctor?"

Yasmine's eyes gradually became teary. She suddenly realized that she had made an unforgivable mistake.

"It's a psychological illness so it can only be treated psychologically. Your father- in- law has hired the best psychologist for him from abroad. He has rarely been ill the past two years, we all thought that he has recovered. We didn't expect that he would have a sudden attack again." Madam sobbed as she was speaking. How could she, as a mother, not be heartbroken when she saw her son being trapped in the shadow of the past?

"Mom, I'm sorry..."

Yasmine lowered her head in guilt. "It's all my fault. I said something I shouldn't have said, so he..."

"What did you say?"

After she told Madam Simons the whole story, Madam Simons did not blame her. Instead, she comforted her and said, "It doesn't matter. It's not your fault. It's our fault. We shouldn't have kept it a secret right from the start. You're a kind girl. If you knew that he had been hurt like that, I believe you wouldn't say anything too extreme."

They spoke for a long time before they returned to their rooms. Although Yasmine was exhausted, she did not feel sleepy at all. She went straight to Sebastian's bedside and looked at him while he was sleeping. It was hard to imagine that such an arrogant man had such a humbling past.

Sitting next to him, she apologized again, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had been betrayed by your beloved woman, so I misinterpreted your words. I thought that you were insulting my mother. I'm such a terrible person. How could I say those words to hurt you..."

Yasmine felt extremely guilty. She slowly reached out her hand and touched Sebastian's forehead, which was still wet with sweat. She got up, went to the bathroom, grabbed a dry towel, and then gently and carefully wiped the sweat off his forehead.

The atmosphere was bound to be heavy that night. At least for Yasmine, it was. She fell into a deep dilemma. After knowing the wound in Sebastian's heart, she began to ponder whether it was too cruel for her to choose this man for revenge.

She began to lose consciousness. At the instant when she closed her eyes, she thought of the only way to prevent him from getting hurt again, which was not to let him fall in love with her. As long as he had no affection, no matter how disappointed he was, his heart would not hurt.

Sebastian woke up before dawn. That night, he slept so soundly that he forgot what had happened before he fell asleep.

He drank so much of alcohol at last night's party that his head still hurt a little. He hoisted himself up, wanting to get out of bed to get some water.

When he moved his body, he felt something pressing down on him. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, and found that the self-righteous woman was sleeping on his bed...

"Hey, wake up, wake up," he called out.

He woke her up roughly and glared at her, asking, "Why are you sleeping here? Don't tell me that you sleepwalked!"

Yasmine looked at him in panic. Thinking of what happened last night, she answered, "I accidentally slept here."

Ha, what an unconvincing excuse. Sebastian snorted sarcastically. "You accidentally fell asleep in my bed today, would you accidentally fall asleep in another man's bed tomorrow?"

If it were not for the bruise on her wrist that resulted from his pinching, Yasmine would have thought that what happened last night was just a dream. The man in front of her did not look like someone suffering from PTSD. He was truly a sharp-tongued man who would not give up until he had caused enough harm.

"Are you all right?" she asked tentatively.

"Why would I not be?" he questioned.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, completely forgetting that he had a sudden attack.

"You really don't remember at all?"

Yasmine reminded him euphemistically, "Last night, you couldn't control yourself..."

"Did I do anything to you last night?" he asked.

Knowing that he misunderstood, she shook her head and denied, "It's not what you think, it's..."

"As long as it's not what I think, everything else doesn't matter," he said bluntly.

Sebastian lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He walked to the wardrobe and ordered, "Get out. I want to change my clothes."

"I know everything."

After hesitating, Yasmine decided to be honest with him.

"What do you know?" he asked.