Chapter 63 Why Treat Me This Way
Susan gave a faint smile, touching her slightly rounded belly. "To be precise, it was a shotgun wedding."
Henry stared at her belly, too shocked to speak. A flash of disappointment crossed his eyes, but he quickly masked it.
"Is that so? Well, congrats on becoming a mom," Henry said, looking away.
"I came to see you because I need a favor," Susan said.
She mentioned her pregnancy to show she was committed to her current married life.
"Go ahead, as long as it's something I can help with," Henry replied.
"It's about my sister Dorothy. She used to study literature and history, but now she wants to switch to accounting. She's at your university, and I heard it's hard to change majors now. So, I was hoping you could help. After all, it concerns Dorothy's future," Susan said with a smile.
Henry nodded. "Since accounting is popular now, it might be tough, but I'll try my best. Get Dorothy's info to me ASAP. I'll talk to our department head. We're on good terms, so it should be doable."
"Thank you so much. I was really worried about this."
Though they didn't end up together, Susan felt Henry was a good friend. He was eager to help Dorothy and might even teach her in the future. Susan felt relieved about Dorothy's decision to switch majors.
Two nights later, in the wee hours, Susan was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She turned on the bedside lamp and leaned against the headboard, calculating that Seb had been in Averlake for a week.
Didn't Seb say he'd be back in a week? Why hadn't there been any news? Since their last WhatsApp messages, they hadn't contacted each other for days.
Suddenly, Susan heard heavy footsteps outside the door, definitely not Kathy.
Her heart tightened. 'Could it be a burglar this late at night?'
The next moment, she heard someone trying to unlock the door. Susan felt a chill down her spine. 'Was the burglar trying to pick the lock?'
Susan grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside table, wondering if she should resist if the burglar really came in.
The door opened under Susan's intense gaze!
A figure in a white shirt, looking travel-worn, walked in. Susan saw Seb's handsome face and immediately relaxed.
Seeing the cold sweat on Susan's forehead and the fruit knife in her hand, Seb instantly understood.
He turned on the light, walked to the bed with a smile, and said, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of anything?"
Seeing the mockery in his smile, Susan rolled her eyes, put the fruit knife back on the bedside table, and said, "I'm not afraid of anything, except burglars!"
"Burglars wouldn't have a key." Seb raised the key in his hand.
"Why did you come back suddenly?" Susan asked, staring at him in confusion.
Seb's hair was a bit messy, his shirt wrinkled, and he looked exhausted, even with bloodshot eyes.
Seeing Seb like this, Susan felt a pang of sadness. He was so tired from running around for Cynthia, not for her.
Seb stepped forward, pinched Susan's chin, and said, "I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I'm not unhappy," Susan said, lowering her eyes, not daring to look into his.
They were about to divorce, and he was going to marry Cynthia. How could she be happy?
"You can't fool me. You're clearly not happy," Seb insisted.
Susan grew a bit impatient. She brushed his hand away from her chin, her eyes showing a hint of disgust.
How could she not be disgusted? He belonged to Cynthia, both in heart and body. Why did he have to touch her?
Susan's look angered Seb, and his voice grew louder. "I took a flight for over ten hours and rushed back overnight because I was worried about you. Why are you treating me like this?"
Seb's deep eyes showed a hint of hurt as he stared at Susan. Susan looked up, not realizing his emotion, and said excitedly, "You took flights for dozens of hours and ran around for a week, not because of me, right?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Seb hesitated, suppressing his anger. Susan was pregnant; he couldn't argue with her.
After days of careful consideration, Susan painfully said, "Let's get a divorce."
Hearing this, Seb was stunned. Moments later, he clenched his fists and, gritting his teeth, asked, "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"
"Yes," Susan nodded.
Under the covers, her hand gripped her nightgown tightly, and she felt herself trembling slightly.
With a confirmed answer, Seb asked with a grim expression, "Why?"
"Isn't this what you wanted to tell me?" Susan raised her eyes to stare at him.
"How do you know what I want to tell you? What nonsense is in your head?" Seb's voice grew louder, especially piercing in the midnight silence.
"Whether you or I say it first, the result is the same. It makes no difference," Susan said, looking at him.
Seb's brows furrowed tightly. He stared at her for a moment before finally shouting, "You're being unreasonable!"
With that, he turned and slammed the door as he left.
After a while, Susan, wearing slippers, left the bedroom. She found the villa dark and quiet. Seb must have gone out. Looking at the endless night outside, she felt a deep worry. Where could he go this late?
The next morning, Susan came downstairs with dark circles under her eyes.
"Mrs. Anderson, did Mr. Anderson come back last night? I saw his luggage at the door, but I didn't see him this morning," Kathy asked as Susan sat at the breakfast table.
"He did come back last night, but he must have left again for something," Susan replied.
"Mr. Anderson is really dedicated. Coming back so late and then going to the office again without resting," Kathy said.
Susan ate her breakfast without appetite. She had thought Seb would readily agree to the divorce, but his attitude surprised her. 'Did he not want a divorce? Or was he angry because I had seen through his intentions?' Susan was lost in thought.
At that moment, her phone suddenly rang, and Susan quickly picked it up.
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