Chapter 413 Dashiell, We Might as Well Just Get a Divorce
"His right foot's supposed to be all good now; he told me the other day," Seraphina said. "But the left one? Still numb as hell. After the car crash, the doc said the right foot might bounce back, but the left one? Probably toast for life."
As she talked, Seraphina felt a bit choked up.
She never thought Dashiell would be stuck in a wheelchair forever.
Honestly, seeing Dashiell in that chair always gave her this weird, heavy feeling.
That's why, even though she didn't wanna be with him, she kept giving in.
It was all about the guilt.
"So, he didn't tell you his left leg's actually getting better?" Sebastian asked, sounding all careful.
Seraphina's brow furrowed a bit.
"I bumped into Dashiell and his doc today. Heard the doc say his left leg's got feeling back and he could be walking in 2-3 months, fully good in six."
Seraphina went quiet.
She really didn't see that coming.
She couldn't even figure out how she felt.
Mad? Relieved? She had no clue.
She was just super conflicted.
Sebastian, not getting a peep from Seraphina, quickly added, "Seraphina, I'm not trying to stir the pot here. I just don't want Dashiell to keep lying to you. He used his leg thing to trap you into marriage, and I don't want you feeling all guilty for him."
"I get it," Seraphina nodded. "I never thought Dashiell would bounce back like this. I always saw him in that chair and figured his legs were done for."
"Seraphina, about you and Dashiell..." Sebastian started.
"Sebastian, I don't wanna go there right now," Seraphina cut him off.
She really didn't wanna talk about it; it was just too much.
Sebastian quickly said, "Alright, I'm just worried you'll be upset. If you don't wanna talk, we won't. I won't bug you. Take care."
"Okay." With that, Seraphina hung up.
She lay in bed for ages, unable to sleep.
Her mind was buzzing with Sebastian's words about Dashiell's legs.
Dashiell's legs were getting better, so why hadn't he told her?
She couldn't pin down her feelings, so she just tried to force herself to sleep.
Eventually, she did fall asleep.
But it was a rough night.
In her dream, a baby's voice kept calling her "Mom," tearing her apart.
She searched everywhere for that voice but couldn't find it.
Then suddenly, she saw a baby covered in blood, asking her over and over, "Why did you leave me, Mom?"
Seraphina jolted awake.
The bloody image of the baby and its haunting questions still hung in her mind.
"Here, have some water," a familiar male voice suddenly said in her ear.
Seraphina whipped her head around and saw Dashiell beside her.
They locked eyes.
Seraphina just stared at him, not reacting.
Her face was streaked with tears.
"I'll leave it here. Drink if you want." Dashiell placed the glass of water on the bedside table.
Then he rolled himself to the side.
Seraphina's throat tightened a bit.
That dream felt way too real.
It was like it actually happened.
She sat up, feeling her face all sticky. She wiped it and realized she was crying.
Seraphina tried to chill out, telling herself it was just a dream.
But thinking about it made her eyes well up again.
She tried hard to keep it together.
When she saw Dashiell packing his stuff, Seraphina suddenly got all worked up.
She got out of bed and walked over to him, asking, "Are you moving out?"
Dashiell replied, "It's better if we live apart for now."
"What do you mean, Dashiell?" Seraphina asked, her emotions all over the place.
"Just what it sounds like," Dashiell said coldly.
"Are you blaming me for not protecting the baby? If you are, just say it. No need to treat me like this!" Seraphina's emotions exploded.
She was so done with how Dashiell handled things.
If he wanted to yell at her, he should just do it.
Why act all high and mighty while being so petty?
"I'm not blaming you," Dashiell said flatly. "I just think we need to cool off."
"You're not blaming me? Then why are you moving out? Dashiell, stop being so fake!" Seraphina snapped. "Just like your legs getting better. You knew I'd feel guilty, but you never told me. Dashiell, you're not just fake; you're a jerk!"
Dashiell just took her accusations.
He said, "Think whatever you want."
"Dashiell!" Seraphina was about to lose it.
Why was she always the one losing her cool?
Why could he stay so calm?
Why did Dashiell treat her like this?
"Lucy will stay to take care of you," Dashiell said, his bags packed. "Take care."
"Dashiell, we might as well just get divorced," Seraphina said bluntly.
Dashiell's throat tightened.
"After all, you forced me to be with you because of your legs. Now that you're better, I have no reason to stay," Seraphina said straight up.
Dashiell looked at her, seeing the determination in her eyes.
In her mind, he was still the one who forced her into this.
He said, "Fine, hit me up when you're ready."
Seraphina's heart ached.
So Dashiell agreed so easily.
And he said he didn't blame her for losing the baby.
If he didn't blame her, how could he agree to a divorce?
Didn't he use tricks to marry her in the first place?
Now he said divorce.
"My number won't change. You can reach me anytime," Dashiell said coldly.
Clearly, he was the one who wanted to marry her.
But in the end, when it came to divorce, the one who was sad wasn't him.
Seraphina watched as Dashiell carried his luggage in one hand and rolled himself out.
As he reached the door, Seraphina called out to his back, "This is your house. If anyone's leaving, it should be me, not you!"
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