Chapter 6
I pondered for a moment, sizing up the person before me–who was quite attractive, I must admit.
Seeing my hesitation, Lars Clarke quickly added:
“Sis, don’t worry.”
“I’m still a… virgin.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate and agreed right
away.
After arranging a time with Lars Clarke, I set about preparing a Valentine’s gift.
In the corner of my closet, I stumbled upon the scarf I never managed to give away.
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The memory felt somewhat distant.
But I remember clearly that Sebastian Clem had looked down on it, saying it was too ugly. He accepted the gift but never wore it.
Yet, the next day, Sebastian Clem, dressed in a suit, had an awkwardly mismatched scarf around his neck.
The style was awful and clearly wasn’t from any expensive brand.
But even so, Sebastian Clem, who was always picky, wore it throughout the entire winter.
Later, I found out.
The scarf was knitted by Beatrice Meyer.
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My thoughts came back to the present, and I glanced down at the scarf in my hand.
After all, it was a scarf I had painstakingly knitted over half a month, and giving it to Lars Clarke–he should like it, right?
As I was caught in my indecision, Sebastian Clem walked in.
His voice was full of excitement, “Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.”
“I bought two tickets to the Maldives.”
“Want to go with me?”
I was a bit surprised.
Sebastian Clem wasn’t holding a grudge about my last escape.
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Instead, he was acting as if nothing had happened, asking me if I wanted to go on a honeymoon with him.
He really…
…I didn’t understand.
Perhaps my shock was too evident, and Sebastian Clem couldn’t help but laugh. His tone was sincere:
“I was too busy to spend time with you recently, but now the company’s taking a break, and I’ll go wherever you want.”
“I’ve also learned a few new recipes, so take it easy tonight, the kitchen is mine. I promise you’ll be satisfied this time.”
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Even without my response, Sebastian Clem kept talking to himself.
This scene made me mistakenly feel as though…
As if Sebastian Clem and I had always led a calm and warm life together.
This was the life I had always dreamed of. I fantasized about it more than once, but dreams, like bubbles, burst when touched.
Yet now, the fantasy had come true, and I felt no excitement or joy–only absurdity and emptiness.
It was as if a hollow part of me was abruptly filled with cotton, in a futile attempt to mend it, but it could never be restored.
Uncomfortable and repelling.
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However, Sebastian Clem was immersed in his world, and nothing I said made a difference, so I chose to stay silent.
Dinner was ready quickly, and Sebastian Clem spent a good amount of time setting up a particularly romantic dining room.
There were flowers, wine, and candlelight.
All arranged according to my preferences.
I remained silent, devoid of any joy.
The light in Sebastian Clem’s eyes dimmed, but he continued to force a smile, trying to keep the mood alive.
In truth, Sebastian Clem wasn’t much of a talker.
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He didn’t really know how to make a girl happy.
Especially when he was racking his brains, searching for something to say.
I found the dinner exhausting, and I didn’t want to torment myself any longer, so I was the first to give in:
“Sebastian Clem, that’s enough.”
He was puzzled, “What?”
I glanced around the house, everything both familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar because I’d seen it in Beatrice
Meyer’s social media circle.
Unfamiliar because this time, the leading role wasn’t Beatrice Meyer; it was me.
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I seemed trapped in a strange cycle, with me on one side, Beatrice Meyer on the other, and Sebastian Clem as the one holding the power to make a choice.
I no longer wanted to continue like this, so I chose to let go.
But Sebastian Clem suddenly gave up the right to choose, willingly becoming the one to be chosen.
He was no longer aloof; he became cautious.
He was no longer distant; he tried to bridge the gap between us.
He’s changing bit by bit, becoming better, more like the Sebastian Clem who once loved me.
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But these changes came when I had already let him go entirely.
I sighed, no longer hesitating:
“It’s too late, Sebastian.”
“There’s no chance for us anymore.”
“So, let’s get a divorce.”
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