Chapter 5

The phone's ringtone was my favorite love song.

I felt dazed.

When we were sixteen, we sat at the same desk.

Phone hidden in our pockets, one earbud each.

I felt him secretly hold my hand, my heart pounding.

But now, I looked around.

Seven years in a deserted island grass hut, youth already exhausted.

Patience also exhausted.

He walked over.

I nervously clutched my hem.

He didn't even look, just hung up directly.

"Secretary Davis, cancel all my appointments."

"Unless it's a life-or-death emergency, don't disturb me."

Someone outside immediately acknowledged.

He crouched down, eyes bloodshot.

Fingers threaded through my hair, yanking backward.

Sebastian delivered a resounding slap to my face.

I felt a burning pain and fell to the ground.

My ears rang, a metallic taste in my throat.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation.

His voice contained fury.

"Do you know what you've done?!"

I raised my head, meeting his eyes.

Enunciating each word clearly.

"I don't know!"

He kicked and shattered a nearby clay pot.

Exhaled deeply.

"Go kneel and apologize to her now. For old times' sake, I can forgive you."

"Otherwise you can join her child in death!"

I struggled to grit out:

"I barely used any force!"

"Stop blaming everything on me!"

He laughed coldly, stood up and clapped his hands.

A group immediately entered and surrounded me.

He stepped back two paces, looking at me coldly.

"I used to remember how much I liked you, didn't want to be harsh."

"Since you refuse to repent, maybe I really need to teach you a lesson."

Two or three bodyguards dragged me up, holding me firmly.

Dragged me out the door. The beach was empty, the sun brutal.

He directed people to set up a long pole.

His secretary handed him a bundle of rope.

I realized what was happening and began struggling violently.

The abdominal pain hadn't passed.

Moments later I was out of strength.

I looked up to see him approach and embrace me.

What looked like a hug.

Rough rope bound my hands tightly.

I already felt uncomfortable.

I looked up at him.

"Sebastian, from childhood until now, I never wronged you."

"I don't love you anymore. Whatever happens between you and Sienna has nothing to do with me."

"But you can't do this to me."

He laughed coldly.

"So you can do this to her?"

"Jasmine, why do you always act so superior around her?"

"Back then she was just a pitiful girl. Now she's just a wife throwing a little tantrum."

"Where exactly do you think you're better than her?"

"Stop always acting like being the legitimate wife's daughter makes you special."

"To her, you're the third party."

After tying me up, he unhurriedly returned to the hut.

The August sun on the deserted island was extremely glaring.

My clothes left my arms and legs completely exposed.

Soon everything went black.

Severe headache, I started feeling nauseous.

I had severe hypoglycemia.

Sebastian knew.

He used to always carry colorful candies of different flavors.

Would pull one out from time to time and stuff it in my mouth.

Asking with a light laugh if it was sweet.

But now, thirty feet away, he was spoon-feeding Sienna sugar water.

I don't know how long passed. My skin burned from the sun.

Breathing grew weaker and weaker.

Before I fainted.

I felt a violent wind.

Then heard Sebastian's bodyguards shouting at the sky in panic.

"What is that thing?!"

Sebastian's expression changed. He strode over in big steps.

Crouched down and grabbed my chin.

"What's your relationship with Vincent Shaw?"