The Seventh Miserable Bride

Sebastian drove the car to Spicy Pasta Shop, Abigail's favorite restaurant back then. She had high tolerance for spicy food. Every time they ate spicy food, he would sweat profusely, but she would not even frown.

This pasta restaurant was near the university town. Sebastian had not been here for a long time. In his senior year, he met his junior, Abigail, here. On that day, the sun shone through the glass while she sat by the window. She seemed to be reading a funny book, as she smiled brightly like a child.

This picture of that afternoon, with the sun shining and the little girl smiling happily, was deeply engraved in his heart of stone.

Because of his family background and appearance, he had always been the person of pursuit for girls ever since he was in middle school. However, he had never fallen for any girl, because in his eyes, those girls only knew how to daydream all day, which would annoy him. But Abigail's appearance completely changed his perception.

Her enthusiasm, her open-mindedness, her intelligence, and her loveliness were all the qualities that he could not see in other girls.

In this way, they fell in love with each other, deeply and madly.

Spicy Pasta Shop was still so popular. It was popular because of the wall on the right side of the pasta shop, which was covered with traces left by every student who came out of the university town. Some left their wishes here while others wrote their secrets.

Abigail liked to write her mood on the wall with a pen. Every time, Sebastian would tease her for being childish, but after a few days, he would secretly go to see what she wrote.

"Sir, do you want to have some pasta?"

The owner of the pasta shop had changed. From his accent, he sounded like a foreigner. Fortunately, he still kept the wall for students and it was still densely covered with colorful notes.

"Give me a bowl of spicy pasta."

Sebastian walked to the center of the wall. Fie found Abigail's handwriting at a glance among so many notes. Fie had seen almost all of her notes. Flowever, he had not seen the note that he was now holding in his hand.

'I used to like you so much, and I still like you so much now. I really like you, but I can't be with you.'

It was signed off as '9th September 2008, Abigail Tanner'.

Sebastian's fingers trembled slightly, and an inexplicable heartache spread from the soles of his feet to the tip of his heart. Fie recalled every moment of his relationship with Abigail. His heart, which had been firm, was shaken.

The owner brought the spicy pasta to him. Fie did not know what he was feeling and had finished the bowl of spicy pasta. For the first time, he did not feel that it was spicy, but only bitter. On this very day, wher he was prepared to forget the past and the woman he loved, he discovered that there was a secret behind her departure.

Could there be anything more painful than this? When the woman you loved betrayed you and left you, but then you suddenly found out that she had always been loving you the whole time?

It was late at night in autumn. The air was no longer warm, but quite chilly.

Yasmine paced back and forth in the room uneasily. It was already midnight, but Sebastian had not come back and she could not reach him. She wanted to go out to find him, but she did not know where to go. She was worried that something might have happened to him.

Just when she was feeling anxious, she heard staggering footsteps outside the door. She rushed out in a hurry. When she saw that Sebastian had come back safely, her heart was relieved. "Did you drink?"

There was strong smell of alcohol on his body, she stretched out her arms and helped him to the sofa to sit down. She got up and ran to the washroom to get a cold towel to wipe his face. Then, she went downstairs and made a glass of honey water for him. It was not difficult to see the love hidden in her heart.

"Is work not going well?"

When Sebastian became a little sober, she asked softly. She did not think that it was because of Abigail, because he had promised last night that he would forget the past and be a normal person. "No, I'm going to take a shower."

Sebastian stood up feebly and walked to the bathroom with unstable steps. Yasmine looked at his swaying figure and felt uneasy for no reason.

He had come back safely and she should have gone to sleep peacefully. However, the sudden uneasiness made her unable to sleep. She just sat there until Sebastian came out.

The moment their eyes met, Yasmine finally understood why she felt uneasy. She saw the word on Sebastian's chest.

"Did you go to remove your tattoo today?"

She stared sadly at the name that was partly removed. The word was still quite clear, so it meant that the woman was still in his heart.

"Yes."

Sebastian gave a bland response.

"Then why didn't you remove it completely?"

She knew the reason, but she still wanted him to say it out loud. Perhaps that was the only way for her to give up on him.

"It's late, you should get some sleep. If you don't have a good rest, it will affect your work tomorrow."

Sebastian obviously did not want to talk about this topic, so he simply changed the topic.

Yasmine turned around sadly and walked towards her room. She was sad thinking about the love that she had to give up before she had the opportunity to confess to him... Suddenly, she stopped and looked at him. "If I told you now that I liked you, would you believe me?"

Sebastian was stunned and replied with a stiff smile, "I don't believe it."

"Why?"

"Because a warm soul like you won't like a cold person like me."

She was about to cry but she bravely told him her feelings, "You're wrong. I can't believe it myself, but it's true that I like you. Sebastian Simons, listen, I like you."

Sebastian's expression froze when he heard that. He did not react at all for several minutes. He was like a petrified statue...

After a long time, he finally said the word, "Sorry."

Some times the word "sorry" could make one's mood better, but sometimes it could also hurt one's heart as if it was stabbed by a knife.

Just like now, when Yasmine heard the word she once hoped he would to say to her, her heart felt as if it had been cut open by a knife, and she could not breathe. For the first time, she wanted to bravely give up her hatred for a person and start a relationship, but his apology reminded her cruelly that love took two hands to clap.

"Am I not good enough? Or am I not as good as she was?"

Sebastian held her shoulders and said guiltily, "It's not your fault. It's my heart that can't respond to your feelings."

Yasmine's tears suddenly fell. If he had said that she was not good enough, she could try her best to change. But he said that his heart could not respond to her, what else could she do? "Okay, I know now."

She turned around and tried hard not to cry in front of him. If she could not get his love, she would not even want to get his sympathy.

After entering the room, she closed the door and her tears gushed out. She knelt helplessly by the door with her hands hugging her knees, not knowing what to do in the future. She did not want to cry, but she could not stop her tears. Although she was trying hard to stop, but Sebastian who was standing by the door, clearly heard her crying.

This was his second time hearing Yasmine cry so sadly. Sebastian felt very sad and he wanted to knock on the door. He lifted his hand, and then put it back down. No words could help her at this time. He was very clear that what she wanted to hear was definitely not his words of comfort.

Love had always been so cruel. It was either she let him down or he let her down.

Yasmine began to avoid Sebastian. In the morning, she got up earlier than him, and in the evening, she would return later than him. She tried her best not to have any chance to be alone with him, because she did not know how to face him after he rejected her.

Her low mood and haggard expression soon attracted the attention of her friend, Lily Adams.

Lily invited her to the coffee shop and asked directly, "What happened recently? Why have you been so depressed?"

She shook her head and stirred the bitter coffee in front of her feebly. "Nothing."

"Are you still hiding it from me? How long have I known you? Is there anything that you can't tell me?"

"It's not something to be proud of. It'll only make me more miserable if I say it."

Upon hearing Yasmine's words, Lily caught up with the situation. "You've confessed to Sebastian and he said that he is unable to accept you for the time being?"

"It's more serious than this. He said that his heart could not respond to my feelings. He did not hesitate."

Lily frowned and felt sorry for her. She grabbed her hand to comfort her and said, "It doesn't matter. If he can't, he can't. Who cares? It's not like all men in the world are dead, not to mention that he's so difficult to please."

"I just can't accept it. Because of him, I've stopped thinking about revenge, but he doesn't even give me a chance."

"Since you can't accept it, then don't give up. I don't believe that there are men who don't like you. Those who don't like you are all fools!"

Yasmine looked out of the window and said in a lonely voice, "All men can't forget their first love. How can I compete with the woman who first opened up his heart?"

"First love, so what? It's just a memory. As long as you work hard, you can definitely win Sebastian's heart." Sebastian sat in the large office, holding his mobile phone while turning it back and forth. It had been three days, and he did not say a word to Yasmine. Whenever they bumped into each other, she would disappear before he could say anything.