Chapter 306 Anger
Seb's words and attitude made Susan feel sick to her stomach. She yanked her arm away from him and snapped, "Seb, you're just my babies' dad now. My life, my choices, andho I hang with or cut off are all none of your business. You got no say in it!"
Susan's words lit a fire under Seb, who'd been biting his tongue for days. He shot back, "Do you even remember you got two kids? Hayden's been waiting a week to see you, and Spring's been bawling her eyes out the last two nights. You said you had to work late, but here you are at a party, huh? And that outfit—seriously? Only a washed-up celeb would wear that. What are you trying to prove, dressing like that?"
Seb loosened his tie, shoved his left hand in his pocket, and looked pissed, though he was still holding back a bit. Normally, Seb would've just walked off, but today he was showing some rare patience.
Seb's words cut deep, and Susan swallowed her pride.
She opened her mouth, thought about it, and decided not to get into it with Seb. She had bigger fish to fry tonight and wasn't here to bicker.
So, she took a deep breath and said coolly, "I got nothing to say to you."
With that, she walked off, not giving him a second glance.
Watching her leave, Seb felt a pang of regret.
He'd been invited to this charity shindig but hadn't planned on coming. Figured he could just send a check. But when he heard Susan and Isabella would be there, he decided to show up.
Seb knew Susan was going through a rough patch and came to help her out. But seeing her outfit tonight made his blood boil.
How could she wear something like that? And all those guys sneaking peeks at her? It was a slap in the face for Seb.
And then there was George, who also showed up tonight. Didn't George know Seb was already in a foul mood?
Seb had been trying to keep it together, but he lost it and ended up pushing Susan away.
So what if she left? Did she really think he couldn't live without her?
For a moment, Seb got even angrier. He downed his glass of red wine and grabbed another from a waiter's tray.
Susan, feeling rattled, walked over to Isabella, who was eyeing Dominic.
"Dominic's been stuck to Sophia all night. What are we gonna do?" Isabella asked, frowning.
"We'll have to wait for the right moment," Susan replied.
Isabella glanced at her sullen face, then at Seb, and teased, "Bet Seb's green with envy."
Susan shot her a look. "There's nothing between us now. What's there to be jealous about?"
"You've got two kids together; how could you not be close?" Isabella said, waving it off.
"I seriously have no feelings for him anymore. Quit it," Susan quickly clarified.
Isabella stared at Susan while swirling her wine glass and chuckled. "You might be over him, but he's definitely not over you. Didn't you see the way Seb looked at you? He didn't come here for the charity; he came to show his feelings, even if they're all messed up."
"Alright. We need to get Sophia away from Dominic. The auction's about to start, and we won't get another shot," Susan said urgently.
Just then, Isabella nudged Susan and said, "Looks like Dominic's heading to the restroom. I'll keep Sophia busy; you go after him!"
"Got it," Susan nodded and followed Dominic towards the emergency exit.
Isabella then made her way towards Sophia.
Sophia was also heading to the restroom when Isabella suddenly blocked her path and "accidentally" spilled red wine on her pricey dress. Sophia gasped. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oops, my bad," Isabella quickly apologized.
Sophia's sharp voice drew some attention.
Sophia wasn't the same as before; now she carried herself like the CEO's wife. Capgemini Software Company might not be a giant, but it was still a big deal. Dominic often brought her to these high-society events, so she had to keep up the act of being warm, smiley, and polite.
But old habits dead hard, and sometimes Sophia's true colors showed. Realizing her slip, she'd quickly put her mask back on. The high-society crowd knew this and many of the wealthy women looked down on her, just waiting for her to mess up.
Sophia glanced at the red stain on her dress, feeling furious but forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.
Though it killed her, Sophia pretended it didn't matter. "It's fine."
"Why don't you go change, and I'll take it to the cleaners for you?" Isabella suggested immediately.
"What's the point? This dress is only eight grand, not worth cleaning," Sophia said, knowing everyone at the charity gala was either loaded or connected. She couldn't afford to lose her cool. If it were in the past, she would've demanded Isabella buy her a new dress.
"Mom, what happened?" a voice called out.
Isabella looked up to see Amelia, and a sly smile played on her lips.
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