Chapter 127
Sebastian sat up ramrod straight.
“Maeve actually said that p>
Frederick exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke.
“Yeah p>
All traces of lightness vanished from Sebastian’s face, leaving behind a grave seriousness.
“She used to be such a bright, confident girl. To tear herself down just to get a divorce from you… Frederick, you’ve completely shattered her heart this time. Honestly, you should just give her the divorce. If you keep dragging this out, you’re only going to suffocate whatever tiny sliver of affection she might have left p>
Hearing this, Frederick grabbed the bottle of high-proof liquor from the table, threw his head back, and downed the rest in one go. He slammed the bottle down violently and shot a lethal glare at Sebastian.
“I thought friends were supposed to fix relationships, not break them. What kind of brother are you p>
“Have I not tried to help you?! But look at what you’ve done! If you weren’t my friend, I wouldn’t waste my breath on you!” Sebastian scoffed coldly.
“Keep pushing her. Keep acting like this. Keep it up until you’ve burned through every last drop of love she has for you, until there’s absolutely zero room for reconciliation p>
Frederick slumped back against the sofa, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Why can’t she just try to understand me? Why can’t she work with me to keep this family intact p>
“If ‘understanding you’ and ‘keeping the family intact’ means she has to swallow her pride, endure humiliation, watch you give what’s rightfully hers to another woman, and suffer in silence… then why shouldn’t she choose to end a marriage that only brings her agony?” Sebastian didn’t pull any punches, forcing Frederick to stare point-blank at the ugly truth.
Seeing Frederick’s jaw clench so hard it looked painful beneath his arm, Sebastian decided to hit him where it really hurt.
“And let me be brutally honest. You only pushed her this far because you knew she was alone in the Capital with no family to back her up. But did it ever cross your mind that Maeve isn’t exactly desperate for you p>
Frederick violently yanked his arm off his face, his icy black eyes locking onto Sebastian. His voice was taut like a wire.
“What the hell does that mean p>
“Exactly what it sounds like,” Sebastian shrugged.
“Back in the day, Maeve was the prettiest girl at Capital University. The line of guys trying to date her stretched from the dorms to the main gate. Hell, when you two got married, a couple of her die-hard admirers swore they’d wait for you to screw up and divorce her so they could snatch her up, or they’d die single p>
“And from what I know, those guys are doing exceptionally well foro themselves now. Two of them are heavyweights in their industries definitely on par with you, Frederick. Do you really think they wouldnt swarm like sharks smelling blood in the water if they heard you two were divorcing p>
He reached out and patted Frederick’s shoulder, his tone grim.
“To sum it up: Maeve has options. If you don’t know how to cherish her, plenty of other men will line up for the chance p>
Just as Sebastian finished speaking, he caught sight of something in his peripheral vision and froze entirely.
When he focused on the scene, his eye twitched, and he instinctively shot a panicked look at Frederick.
Shit. He had jinxed it.
The moment Sebastian froze, Frederick’s gaze followed his sightline.
Through the open door of the private room, straight down the length of the hallway, Frederick’s icy eyes locked onto the top of the stairs.
There, crouching on one knee in front of Maeve, was none other than Jonathan Giles—the haughty, aloof, practically untouchable top lawyer in the Capital—gently and meticulously tying her shoelace.