Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

While she was still reeling from the shock, Sebastian sent her a text.
Sebastian: Babe, it's our fifth anniversary today. I'll be home after I finish dealing with that woman. Love you.
Aveline stared at her phone screen.
For five years, he'd ended every single message with "love you." His love had always been intense and passionate.
Back then, she was just a nobody designer from an ordinary family. But he, this billionaire CEO, fell for her at first sight and pursued her relentlessly.
Citywide fireworks, rare roses flown in from overseas, million-dollar jewelry... He'd confess his love differently every single day.
But what really won Aveline over was how he'd fly back from abroad overnight just to make her soup when she had stomach pain.
How he'd pause board meetings in front of all his executives just to tell her bad jokes when she was upset.
How he'd shield her when a jealous colleague threw acid at her, getting his back torn to shreds but still whispering softly for her not to be scared.
He was cold and brutal to everyone else. His tenderness belonged only to Aveline.
Would this Sebastian really betray their love?
Something compelled her to take a cab to the mountaintop villa.
That's where Sebastian kept Serena imprisoned.
She could hear faint crying from the garden.
Aveline stepped closer and peered through the hanging wisteria. What she saw made her blood run cold.
Sebastian stood there in his tailored suit, wielding a soft feather whip, striking Serena's body with it.
Serena was tied to a swing set, completely naked and breathtakingly seductive.
Between her moans, Sebastian threw down the whip and pressed himself against her, kissing her with passionate intensity.
Their bodies intertwined. He stripped off his clothes, sweat sliding down his back.
Aveline went deathly pale. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
Those weren't cries of pain she'd heard. They were Serena's satisfied moans.
The whipping and torture were just their twisted foreplay.
His so-called prison was actually their love nest!
Aveline stared at the swinging swing set. Sebastian had spent an entire month building it for her with his own hands until they bled.
He'd said so tenderly back then: "My Aveline deserves all the most beautiful things in the world. This swing is yours alone, just like my love."
But now he'd given both the swing and his love to another woman.
To the woman who'd nearly destroyed her!
Aveline trembled violently, her palms bleeding from her nails. The pain consumed her entire body.
But why? Why would he do this?
She got her answer soon enough.
On the swing, their passion subsided.
"Honey, you're amazing. I'm so satisfied." Serena's face was flushed. "I still can't believe I actually married you. It feels like a dream."
"You earned it."
Sebastian calmly buttoned his shirt.
"Three years ago, I just mentioned I didn't want to let Aveline go abroad for design school. I wanted her to stay with me forever. You crazy girl took a cleaver to her hand so she could never design again. Then you turned yourself in, saying you'd rot in prison if it meant making me happy."
"I'm cold-hearted, but even I couldn't ignore that kind of selfless love. Aveline gets to enjoy my love openly, but you have to hide in this villa. Giving you legal status as compensation seems fair."
Aveline staggered backward, her heart shredding like she was being tortured.
Years ago, when some rich brat called her a "broken-winged" angel, Sebastian had his men rip out the guy's tongue. He'd said coldly: "Anyone who talks trash about Aveline will end up like this."
But now he was holding the woman who'd actually broken her wings, kissing her, loving her, giving her his name!
"What if Miss Hart finds out?" Serena looked worried. "Knowing her personality, she'd never accept this."
Sebastian sounded completely confident: "My love for Aveline has never changed. I'll protect her for life. She'll never find out."
Before leaving, he slipped a pink diamond ring onto Serena's finger.
"Oh my God!" Serena gasped. "This was the headline piece at Sotheby's auction. It's worth a hundred million! Do I really deserve something this expensive?"
"You're my woman. Of course you deserve it." Sebastian kissed her lips. "Happy third anniversary, wife."
Only after the black Cayenne disappeared down the road did Aveline stumble down the mountain.
Her phone buzzed. She numbly lit up the screen.
Sebastian: Babe, I'm on my way home. Can't wait to celebrate our fifth anniversary with my baby. Love you.
Aveline suddenly started laughing through her tears, her heart completely hollow.
He'd just celebrated a third anniversary with another woman, and now he wanted to celebrate their fifth anniversary?
But there was no fifth anniversary. They'd been divorced for three years!
As for love—if Sebastian's version of love meant clipping her wings and trapping her forever, then she was done with that kind of love.
Sebastian said she'd never find out? No. He was about to lose her forever.
Aveline gripped the Paris Design Competition application in her hand and went to do two important things.
First, she applied to have all her domestic identity records deleted.
Second, she resubmitted her competition application under a new identity.
After Serena chopped off her right hand, she threw it to wild dogs, making reattachment impossible.
Sebastian was devastated. He spent ten billion dollars creating a nearly perfect prosthetic hand for her.
It worked fine for daily activities, but she couldn't do precision work anymore. Like the design work she loved.
With her dreams destroyed, Aveline attempted suicide three times. She cried herself to sleep countless nights. Finally, she decided to start over with her left hand.
The journey was brutal. Over a thousand days and nights, her left hand became covered in calluses. But she finally qualified for the Paris Design Competition.
She'd kept it secret from Sebastian, planning to surprise him. She wanted him to know that the woman he loved had never given up.
Now, Aveline was just grateful.
If she'd told him earlier, she probably would've lost her left hand too.
Aveline looked down at the text message.
**System: Your identity deletion request has been submitted. Processing will be completed within ten business days.**