The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 178

"It doesn't matter anymore. As long as she lives a good life from now on, it doesn't matter to me whether she leaves. I'm a failure. No one wished to stay with me until the end. From now on, I will not love anyone, nor will I let anyone enter my heart..."

These weren't words uttered out of anger. He was truly disappointed in love. He could no longer bear the destruction brought by love anymore.

"What are you going to do now? How are you going to deal with Abigail?"

"I know what to do."

Sebastian Simons chugged down more alcohol and got extremely drunk. Fynn Jaymond then sent him home. When Madam Simons saw how drunk her son was, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Looking at her son's haggard cheeks, she apologized to him over and over again.

Abigail Tanner received a call from Madam Simons in the afternoon. When she heard that Yasmine Taylor had left and that Sebastian had promised to let her live in their house, she was overjoyed. She finally felt that the unfair treatment she had received back then was finally worth it.

She packed her luggage excitedly. Madam Simons was going to send a car over early next morning to pick her up. She could foresee the blissful life ahead of her, where she and Sebastian would be holding their child's hand and strolling on the road, talking and laughing.

"Thump! Thump!" There was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door. When she saw the person standing outside the door, her expression became slightly unnatural. "You're back."

Ethan Zordon walked straight into the house, took off the guitar on his shoulder, and nodded calmly. "Yes."

"Where did you go this time? Why were you gone for such a long time?"

Abigail asked while pouring him some tea.

"It's a national tour, so it took up a little bit of time."

Ethan took the teacup from her hand and he glanced at her bulging abdomen. He was stunned. Thinking of the ovulating pills that he found at her home that day, he asked with a trembling voice, "What's wrong with your stomach?"

Abigail took a deep breath and knew that she had to be honest. "I am pregnant with your cousin's child."

With a snap, the cup in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces, just like his heart.

"I will be moving into his house tomorrow. He has promised to marry me. Yasmine has also left too. Thank you for your company over the past few years. I will never forget how kind you were to me." she said.

"Just stop talking!"

Ethan growled lowly and grabbed her shoulder. "I thought you were just confused for a moment and you would never do anything that would cross the line. I also thought that no matter how far you had gone to, I would be able to pull you back to the right path. But I never thought that you would do something like this. I am completely disappointed in you."

"I'm just fighting for what belonged to me in the beginning." she insisted.

"What was it that belonged to you? Is there a rule in this world that one would belong to another? You are sick. I have absolutely no idea how I could help you anymore. Don't you dare say that I did not put in the effort to pull you back to the right path. Even if I wanted to, there's no way to turn back anymore. I believe that one day, you will live to regret what you have done today."

Ethan stumbled and picked up the guitar on the ground. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "There isn't a need for you to remember how kind I was to you. Perhaps it would be better if you just forget it all. The memories between us aren't worth reminiscing either. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. You are no longer the Abigail I know."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Abigail burst into tears of sadness. She thought that even if the whole world did not understand her, at least Ethan would understand, but now he said that he wanted to erase all the memories that they shared with each other. Perhaps it would be better if they were broken up. After all, he was just a friend, and she only wanted Sebastian now.

Early in the morning, the luxurious limousine that was sent by the Simons family was parked in front of Abigail's apartment. She came out with her luggage, thrilled. The driver came forward to take her luggage and said, "Miss Tanner, please allow

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me.

"Call me Mrs. Simons."

The driver looked startled, seemingly put in a difficult position.

"What's wrong? I'm going to marry your young master soon. Is it that difficult for you to call me Mrs. Simons now?"

"Mrs. Simons..."

The driver called out reluctantly.

Only then did Abigail get into the car with satisfaction, thinking that the title suited her well.

They finally arrived at the Mansion House after driving for half an hour. When they drove past the main gates, Abigail glared at the two guards. They had stopped her from entering the mansion previously. At that time, she had sworn that one day, she would be officially ushered into the house by the Simons.

Now, she had finally succeeded.

Madam Simons was already waiting for her at the door. Although there was a smile on her face, there was an indifferent look in her eyes.

"Welcome to our house," she said.

Abigail smiled, "All thanks to you and Dad. You all made a very wise choice."

On the couch in the living room, Titus Simons was sitting there, deep in thought. If it weren't for his grandson's sake, he would have never let Pearl Haymitch's daughter live in his house. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Dad, I'm here."

Abigail referred to them as her Mom and Dad, as if she had lived in this family for a long time.

"Yes, welcome."

Titus nodded, acknowledging her presence. Then he continued reading the newspaper.

"Where's Sebastian? Why don't I see him?" Abigail looked around.

"He's upstairs. He should be coming down soon."

Madam Simons smiled stiffly.

As soon as her words fell, Sebastian came down. His hands were in his trouser pocket, and the expression on his face was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth. Abigail was not surprised at all. After all, she had schemed against him and forced the person he loved to leave him. How could he greet her with a smile? But it didn't matter anymore. In the future, she would use her tenderness to reignite the love he once had for her.

"Sebastian, shall we get our marriage certificate?"

As soon as they met, she asked for the marriage certificate, seemingly afraid that there would be more trouble in the future. "You don't have to hold a banquet. I'm not a materialistic woman."

Sebastian looked at her coldly, "I can't get my marriage certificate for the time being."

"Why?"

"Since Yasmine didn't divorce me when she left, I am still a married man according to the law." he smiled.

"How could it be?!"

Abigail couldn't accept it. She turned around and asked Madam Simons, "Didn't I ask you to prepare the divorce agreement and let her sign it before she leaves?"

Madam Simons panicked for a moment. She stammered, "I... I gave it to her... She said she would sign it..."

"How could you believe her? You should have seen her sign it with your own eyes!" Abigail stomped her feet angrily. This was not what she had imagined at all. Just the day before, she had received a phone call saying that Yasmine had left and that she would move in with Sebastian today. She thought that the two had already signed the divorce papers, but she did not expect that Yasmine would leave without a divorce. What was going on!

Sebastian raised the corner of his mouth in derision. Sure enough, it was this woman who forced his wife to leave.

"Please calm down, otherwise the child might be affected. It's fine if we don't get the marriage certificate now. After all, their marriage will be automatically annulled after two to three years." Madam Simons quickly tried to calm her down.

"Two to three years?"

Abigail widened her eyes in horror, "What if you decide to scheme against me after two to three years? If I don't get the marriage certificate, my place here won't be guaranteed at all. Do you all treat me as a fool?" She was so angry that she picked up her luggage and was about to leave. The old couple hurried forward to stop her. "Don't worry. You are bearing the grandson of our family. No one dares to do anything to you. We can write a notarized note for you."

"Since my son has promised to let you live here, that means that he is willing to spend his life with you for the sake of the child. Why would you throw away the happiness you have now?"

Madam Simons was worried about her grandson. She turned around and gestured to his son, signaling him to coax her. Sebastian snorted, "Leave if you want to, but know that I'm not going to agree easily the next time you want to come back."

It took Abigail a lot of effort to achieve her goal. How could she leave? She just wanted to intimidate the couple, but Sebastian didn't buy her trick this time.

Sebastian turned around and went upstairs.

Abigail pretended to stay reluctantly after the old couple persuaded her for a long time,

Madam Simons breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered the servants to bring over a bowl of soup. She said to her, "This is the tomato soup that I had asked the cook to prepare for you this

morning. It's good for pregnant ladies. The more you drink it, the smarter the baby will be. Here, have some."

Abigail sat on the sofa, took the bowl of soup, and lowered her head to drink it.

Madam Simons let out a long sigh of relief and rushed upstairs. She went to her son's study and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter?"

Sebastian looked up indifferently.

"Didn't Yasmine get divorced with you? She signed the divorce agreement in front of me. How could you say that she left without signing it?" Madam Simons asked.

"I'd torn up the agreement. Is there a problem?"

Sebastian's gaze was full of provocation. Madam Simons said angrily, "You..."

"I don't plan to ask what you have done to Yasmine to make her leave in the end. You should pretend to be ignorant too so that everyone could move on with their lives." he said.

"What did I do to Yasmine? It's not that I didn't ask her to stay, but she insisted on leaving, what could I do..." she tried to explain but Sebastian didn't accept it.

"Enough is enough!"

Sebastian stood up abruptly and glared at his mother fiercely, "I know who you are better than anyone else. I know you and Yasmine very well. If you didn't pressure her, she wouldn't leave no matter how tired and miserable she was. The fact that I did not say anything doesn't mean that I didn't know all about it. I had not spoken a word about it because I'm disappointed in you, and I

have nothing else to say with you. The same thing happened three years ago, and history is repeating three years later."

Looking at her son's blood- red eyes, Madam Simons was terrified. She dared not say a word. Abigail headed upstairs after she was done with the soup. When she saw the door to the study was open, she walked in and asked softly, "Sebastian, which one is your bedroom?"

Sebastian got up and led her to the guest room. "You are staying here."

"This is not your room, is it?"

Abigail was dumbstruck.

"No." he said.

Her face immediately sank. "I want to stay in your room. I am already your woman, why should I stay in the guest room?"

"I'm already treating you kindly to let you stay in the guest room. I would have arranged for you to live in a dog's nest if I have one."

Sebastian snorted sarcastically.

"Sebastian! How could you do this to me!"

Abigail screamed in shock, tears flowing out of her eyes.

"What's the matter? Do you feel wronged? If you are upset, then why don't you leave? No one is stopping you."

"You!!!"

Sebastian was sure that she would not leave, so he provoked her deliberately. The arrogance she had in front of the Simons couple was useless in front of him.