Catherine.
The phone call with Sebastian had ended moments ago, but the aftershocks still rippled through my heart, leaving a dull, aching pain.
It was almost surreal—had anyone told me a few years back that I would one day be rejecting Sebastian to be with his mafia stepbrother, I would have laughed it off, dismissing it as a ridiculous notion.
Yet here I was, mourning the end of what had been a chaotic and painful chapter of my life.
I had loved him with every fiber of my being, I was willing to do anything to make him love and crave me. All he needed was to tell me to jump, and I would gladly ask him how high.
Don't blame me for not rejecting his silly ass all this while; I kept hoping that he would change and come to love me like a real mate would.
Sebastian had been more than
