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Thea’s POV
Those threatening notes had been eating away at my brain for days. Whenever I was alone, those blood–red letters would flash before my eyes, consuming every goddamn thought. I had to find whoever was behind this, or I’d never have peace again.
The danger signals had turned me into a nervous wreck. Even Leo had noticed something was off with me lately. Each time he asked, I’d brush it off, saying I was fine, though we both knew that was bullshit.
Looking back, as painful as my marriage to Sebastian had been, at least my only worry then was whether he’d come home or if one day he might love me. Since the divorce, my life had been like a fucking rollercoaster with no brakes–wolf poison, my house burning down, multiple kidnappings and attacks, and Kane’s scheme. I thought things would calm down after accepting Graves‘ protection, but now someone else had their sights on me.
“Mom, can I go play at Wyatt’s?” Leo’s voice suddenly appeared beside me, nearly making me jump out of my chair.
I tried to steady my breathing, pretending to be calm as I turned to him. “Sure, but go through the back door, okay?” He nodded, giving me a strange look, but I pretended not to notice. I stood up and took his hand, walking him out, wanting to make sure he safely crossed the backyard to Jaxon’s house and got inside.
“He brought back a new game yesterday, and we’re gonna compete,” Leo said as we walked. “I won last time, and he swore he’d beat me this time.”
“That’s nice.” I smiled and nodded. Since that day in my kitchen, I hadn’t seen Jaxon. He’d been avoiding me as much as possible. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or hurt from my rejection. Probably both.
Either way, I’d been giving him space because I didn’t want things to be more awkward than they already were.
“See you later, Mom,” Leo said as he crossed the yard to Jaxon’s.
After making sure he safely entered Jaxon’s house, I turned back inside. I’d barely sat on the couch for a minute when the doorbell rang. My first thought: another note. Cautiously
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pecking through the peephole, I actually felt relief seeing Sebastian standing there. But then I tensed up again. Shit, I’d forgotten about our scheduled talk. With everything that
had happened lately, this conversation was the least of my worries.
“Can I come in?” he asked when I opened the door, unusual hesitation in his voice.
“Yeah,” I said, unconsciously scanning the environment outside, making sure there were no suspicious figures or notes in sight.
He gave me a look.
“What?” I asked.
“I thought you’d refuse to let me in.”
“Are
you coming in or not?” I asked, irritation creeping into my voice.
He gave me one last look before stepping inside. I quickly shut the door, afraid someone might be watching me.
I’d become so fucking paranoid over the past few days that it sometimes scared me. The
sooner this threat was resolved, the better for my mental state.
I turned to him. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you,” he looked unusually nervous, his hands constantly rubbing against his
pants.
I carefully lowered myself into the pregnancy recliner, trying to ease the ache in my lower back. “So, what did you want to talk about? Sounded important. Is it about Leo?”
He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed directly on mine. “No, Thea. It’s about us.”
I frowned. “Us? Sebastian, there hasn’t been an ‘us‘ since we signed those divorce papers. You seem to forget that a lot lately.” I didn’t want to discuss this with him. Not when I had so much shit to deal with.
“I know I have no right to say this, but please hear me out,” he leaned forward, his voice almost pleading, which piqued my curiosity despite myself. “These past few months, I’ve been thinking about our relationship, about all the things I did. I…” He fell silent for a moment, as if struggling to find the right words. The longer he took to think, the more I-
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“Thea,” he finally said, “I love you.”
My mouth fell open, staring at him like a fish out of water.
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Before my brain could even process his words, I laughed involuntarily. “Are you fucking kidding me? Or did Damien slip something into your drink?” He glared at me, but after a few seconds, his expression softened. He grabbed my hand, turned it over, and placed a gentle kiss on my palm.
“I’m serious,” his eyes held a sincerity I’d never seen before. “I know it sounds unbelievable, but I really have fallen in love with you, Thea. I don’t know when it happened or how, I just know that I love you. It took me a long time to realize it. I was so consumed by anger and bitterness that I didn’t see the precious gem I had. But I’m here now, begging you to give me a chance to show you the love you deserve, the love you should have gotten from me all along-”
To my complete shock, he stood up from his chair and knelt in front of me. This all felt like a dream. Like I was in some alternate fucking universe.
“Whoa, whoa, Sebastian,” my mouth was on autopilot. “You don’t love me. You never loved me. Aurora is your only love, remember? She has your heart.”
Pain and regret flashed in his eyes. But this made absolutely no sense to me. How could he suddenly love me when he’d hated me so much?
“You’re not listening to me, Thea,” he said, frustration evident in his voice.
“I am listening, Sebastian. You’re the one who’s confused. For seven years, you hurt me more times than I could count. Everything you did to me was to punish me for ‘stealing‘ your future with Aurora. Even just a few months ago, every word you said to me proved how much you hated me, how little you cared. And now you suddenly want me to believe you love me? That’s fucking insane.” The familiar pain crept back into my chest, but I forced myself to push it down. I didn’t have the time or energy to deal with that lingering
heartache.
“I know I don’t deserve your trust. But people change, Thea. You have no idea how much I regret hurting you now. But if you could just give me a chance, I promise I’ll never do that again. I’ll do everything in my power to heal all the wounds I’ve caused.” His voice was soft, his eyes locked on mine.
I felt a stabbing sensation in my chest. How many nights had I fantasized about this exact
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scenario? How many times had I longed for him to look at me like this, to say these words?
“Why now, Sebastian? Answer me that. If what you’re saying is true, what makes you love me now and not years ago?” I asked him.
He stared at me for a moment, then looked at the floor. He couldn’t answer because there was no reasonable explanation.
I sighed. “You have to see how unbelievable this all sounds. Because when I loved you with my whole heart, you did everything to destroy me. How can you expect me to get past that? You never gave me a chance, so why should I give you one?” I watched his shoulders slump, and I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to see his pain. Because I found my heart constricting despite everything.
“I know it’s hard to accept, and I understand why you don’t believe me, but I’m not giving up. I’ll prove to you that I love you, Thea, even if it takes the rest of my life. I won’t stop until you’re convinced my love for you is real.” His voice deepened as he made his vow.
He then leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and stood to leave. I sat frozen in my chair as I watched him close the door behind him, my mind a tangled mess.
He said he loved me–could it be true? Should I believe him? If I did, was I giving myself a chance at happiness or setting myself up for an even bigger heartbreak?
But what unsettled me most was the persistent feeling that regardless of whether I was ready to accept Sebastian’s love, fate was about to make that choice for me.
