Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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Caspian ordered Sebastian to be thrown out.
This was Paris, his territory, and he wouldn't give anyone another chance to hurt Aveline.
Sebastian naturally refused to give up. Seeing that Aveline didn't want to see him, he made a grand public display of love throughout the city, just like when he'd pursued her before.
But this time, she wouldn't be moved.
She knew that sooner or later her "secret" would be discovered, so she might as well come forward herself.
Aveline held a press conference.
She publicly revealed how, after marrying Sebastian, his stalker had chopped off her right hand and destroyed her design dreams.
How he had been grateful to that woman, married her, and kept it secret from her for three years.
Aveline rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars from his torture.
She looked into the camera: "Sebastian Rookwood, we never had a proper goodbye, because I never want to see you again. Every time I see you, I remember that painful past. You keep talking about love, but you never understood love. If you truly love me, let me go. If you don't love me, then there's even less reason to meet."
Aveline's courage earned everyone's support. Sebastian couldn't walk down the street without righteous citizens throwing donuts and tiramisu at him.
His temper had always been bad, but this time he didn't fight back at all.
He saw Aveline's injuries, and he saw her phoenix-like rebirth, finally understanding how deeply he'd hurt her.
No matter how painful it was, he realized they could never go back.
Perhaps only by letting go could he show her his final love.
After that press conference, Sebastian never appeared again.
The next day, a doctor contacted Aveline.
He told her that the prosthetic hand could actually be adjusted, and after adjustment, her hand could work just like a real hand for design.
After several treatments and repairs, Aveline's right hand returned to normal, and she became a dual-handed designer who could switch between left and right freely.
After Sebastian finished his call with the doctor, he smiled with relief.
Good. He had no more regrets.
A few days later, Aveline received a massive transfer—the number of zeros was absurd.
The same day, a news story made headlines in New York.
Former heir Sebastian Rookwood had beaten Serena Vale to death, then committed suicide in the villa he'd shared with his ex-wife Aveline.
Until his death, he clutched a piece of paper—a design sketch Aveline had been holding when they first met.
On the paper, written in blood, were two words: "Love you."
But they were crossed out, and below them were three new words: "I'm sorry."
Aveline calmly closed the news and donated all the money back to the States.
Everyone likes money, but she wanted to earn what she needed herself.
About dreams, about love, about life... time would give the best answers.
This was Paris, his territory, and he wouldn't give anyone another chance to hurt Aveline.
Sebastian naturally refused to give up. Seeing that Aveline didn't want to see him, he made a grand public display of love throughout the city, just like when he'd pursued her before.
But this time, she wouldn't be moved.
She knew that sooner or later her "secret" would be discovered, so she might as well come forward herself.
Aveline held a press conference.
She publicly revealed how, after marrying Sebastian, his stalker had chopped off her right hand and destroyed her design dreams.
How he had been grateful to that woman, married her, and kept it secret from her for three years.
Aveline rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars from his torture.
She looked into the camera: "Sebastian Rookwood, we never had a proper goodbye, because I never want to see you again. Every time I see you, I remember that painful past. You keep talking about love, but you never understood love. If you truly love me, let me go. If you don't love me, then there's even less reason to meet."
Aveline's courage earned everyone's support. Sebastian couldn't walk down the street without righteous citizens throwing donuts and tiramisu at him.
His temper had always been bad, but this time he didn't fight back at all.
He saw Aveline's injuries, and he saw her phoenix-like rebirth, finally understanding how deeply he'd hurt her.
No matter how painful it was, he realized they could never go back.
Perhaps only by letting go could he show her his final love.
After that press conference, Sebastian never appeared again.
The next day, a doctor contacted Aveline.
He told her that the prosthetic hand could actually be adjusted, and after adjustment, her hand could work just like a real hand for design.
After several treatments and repairs, Aveline's right hand returned to normal, and she became a dual-handed designer who could switch between left and right freely.
After Sebastian finished his call with the doctor, he smiled with relief.
Good. He had no more regrets.
A few days later, Aveline received a massive transfer—the number of zeros was absurd.
The same day, a news story made headlines in New York.
Former heir Sebastian Rookwood had beaten Serena Vale to death, then committed suicide in the villa he'd shared with his ex-wife Aveline.
Until his death, he clutched a piece of paper—a design sketch Aveline had been holding when they first met.
On the paper, written in blood, were two words: "Love you."
But they were crossed out, and below them were three new words: "I'm sorry."
Aveline calmly closed the news and donated all the money back to the States.
Everyone likes money, but she wanted to earn what she needed herself.
About dreams, about love, about life... time would give the best answers.
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