He opened it. The first page listed a series of names.


    They all revolved around Joanna. But with only names, he couldn''t decipher why Natalie had written them down.


    He turned to the next page, and the words that met his eyes made him freeze.


    -Sebastian, Joanna, Nathan, Wendy, Jared, Jerome, Colin-I, Natalie, want nothing to do with any of you ever again.


    Sebastian''s pupils contracted. So, she was really done with him.


    He let out a coldugh, his eyes fixed on her elegant handwriting. He muttered to himself, “Natalie, you think you can just say it''s over? You were the one who said you loved me. You think you can just stop loving me? In this life, you and I are bound together, until the bitter end!"


    Sebastian''s hands clenched the notebook tightly.


    He would not let her leave him.


    He had driven away the only woman in the world who had ever truly loved him.


    And it was all because of that woman, Joanna.


    Sebastian closed the notebook, a possessive fire igniting in his eyes.


    He stood up, went to his car to get a change of clothes, and headed straight for Natalie''s bathroom.


    After showering, he emerged in his pajamas and slid into bed beside her.


    Natalie''s bed was fragrant and soft, the nkets light.


    It was so much morefortable than his own.


    In two years of marriage, they had never once shared a bed.


    This was the first time.


    Sebastian watched her sleep soundly, knowing how exhausted she must be.


    This was their first time sharing a bed, and to his surprise, he found he liked it.


    That night being so close didn''t


    bring any difort or resistance; instead a strange sense of rightness settled between then Sebastian slept more deeply than he had in years, without a single dream.


    As dawn broke.


    Natalie slowly opened her eyes, suddenly aware of someone beside her. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist, pressing down ufortably.


    She turned her head sharply, and her gaze fell upon a breathtakingly handsome face.


    His eyes were closed, his longshes like delicate fans, each one perfectly distinct.


    Even in sleep, he was captivating. The perfect lines of his face were softened in slumber, a masterpiece of divine creation.


    Natalie was stunned. Was she seeing things?


    What was Sebastian doing in her bed?


    When had that bastard climbed in?


    "Sebastian," Natalie sat up, ignoring the pain shooting through her body as she shouted his name.


    The fall yesterday had been severe, and today, every muscle ached.


    Startled awake by her furious voice, Sebastian nced at her, frowning at her flushed face. "What''s with all the shouting so early in the morning?"


    Natalieughed, a sound full of anger. "What''s with the shouting? Sebastian, how dare you climb into my bed? Get out! Don''t you know I think you''re filthy?"


    A cold glint shed in Sebastian''s


    eyes. His gaze locked onto hers.


    "Natalie, must you be so crude? Who''s filthy? You meet with different


    mer every day Have ever salda word about it?"


    "That''s none of your business! Get out of my bed. And from now on, you are not wee in my house."


    Sebastian slowly sat up. He hadn''t slept this well in a long time. Last night''s deep sleep had left him refreshed and in a surprisingly good mood.


    Sebastian smiled faintly, his lips curving upward, a gentle warmth in his eyes. "Natalie, do I need to- remind you again? We''re husband and wife. What''s wrong with sharing a bed?"