The Seventh Miserable Bride

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.

"Your past," she answered.

For a whole minute, Sebastian stood still, as if he had lost his soul, and he could not even utter a complete sentence. "Very well, then you can file a divorce, get a considerable compensation, and leave me aboveboard," he said suggestively.

"I won't leave. Even if you were a monster, I won't," she said with certainty.

These words came from the bottom of Yasmine's heart without any selfish motives. Now, even if there was no love, he sure would not be able to accept a woman leaving him.

Because that would remind him of the abandonment by his beloved woman.

Her mother-in-law told her that she was the first one, among his seven wives, who caused his reattack.

"Since you already know, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to control myself and kill you one day?"

Sebastian suddenly turned around and grabbed her right wrist. "If you insist on staying, this bruise might be bigger than this small one."

"It doesn't matter. I don't mind. Besides, you may not hurt me. You forced me to stay away from you last night, which means that subconsciously, you don't want to hurt anyone," she assured. Some people just wanted to conceal themselves, no matter how much they had been exposed.

Sebastian was such a person. He yelled at Yasmine angrily, "Don't sympathize with me. I don't need your sympathy!"

"Yes, I have sympathy, but I have sympathy for what happened to you, not for you as a person," she defended.

"It's no different. Regardless what you sympathize with, I don't need it. Now, pack up and leave immediately. I'll send someone to deliver the divorce agreement to your house," he said. Yasmine was shocked and raised her eyes. "Is it so serious? I didn't do anything wrong. I just knew your past by accident." "That's enough. I don't want to be with someone who sympathize with me after knowing that I was abandoned by a woman." When Sebastian said these words, his expression was so distressed, making Yasmine feel inexplicably sorry for him in her heart.

As he walked into the bathroom, Yasmine suddenly stepped forward, hugged him from behind, and said softly, "Perhaps you feel that you are abnormal, but I am no better than you. I suffer from acute claustrophobia."

Sebastian suddenly stopped. She could feel his body stiffen, and both of them were silent for a moment. After a while, Yasmine broke the silence. "I'm telling the truth. I'm not making up lies to comfort you or make you feel better. I do have claustrophobia. I'm afraid of being locked up in a dark environment and feeling helpless. Being in my position, how could I sympathize with you when I'm also suffering from an illness? Sebastian, please trust me, we're actually the same."

He removed her hands around his waist and did not ask her the reason for her acute claustrophobia. Without a word, he slowly went into the bathroom. Yasmine had been waiting outside the door. When he came out, their eyes met and he said, "You have the right to make any choice, but no one will be responsible for your choice."

The implication was that she could choose to stay, and if she stayed, however good or bad her life was would have nothing to do with anyone.

When it was time for breakfast, the atmosphere at the dining table was unusually serious. No one spoke a word, and they did not mention anything about what had happened last night.

Sebastian only ate a little, then he left earlier with an excuse that he had an early meeting. As soon as he left, the family lost appetite. Madam Simons ordered the servant to take the plates away and said to her daughter-in-law, "Yasmine, come and have a chat with me."

Yasmine followed Madam Simons to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Her sister-in-law also came over.

"Now that you know my son's situation, you must have thought about it for a long time last night. Tell me, what's your plan?"

Yasmin understood Madam Simons's concern. She answered with certainty, "I won't leave him."

"Really?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Even if he hurts you and neglects you, you won't leave?"

"Yes, I won't leave," she reassured her mother-in-law. Madam Simons let out a sigh of relief and continued her victorious pursuit. "Then can you promise me one more thing?"

"What is it?" Yasmine asked.

"Hurry up and have a child with Sebastian, then your family will be complete. Once you two have a child, even if he can't recover from trauma for the time being, he will open his heart to you one day." "This..." Yasmine was put in a difficult position.

"Is it very hard?"

Madam Simons was a little disappointed.

Tifanny, who had been silent, said, "Mom, you are giving her a hard time. Having a child is not just one person's concern. It's good enough for Yasmine to promise not to leave my brother, and now you're asking her to have a grandson for you. Do you expect Yasmine to rape my brother?"