Sebastian was in the bedroom that he shared with Aryanna the week after their wedding. He had been there almost for two days.
Pacing about, cursing himself for her leaving. It was his stupidity. He scolded himself. A tear running down his face. He had told himself that he was a man and that no woman had the right to make him cry, but Aryanna did.
He silently wept at the pain, Aryanna had stabbed him in the back. It was still very clear in his mind after two days that she didn't value his love.
Sebastian had not turned up for work, he had missed appointments, he grieved, and pained, yet he could not bring himself to think about anything but her.
He had barely eaten. He had not even realized how deep the attached he had become to Aryanna, until she left him. She walked out on him like he meant nothing to her, though Aryanna returned, he couldn't shake the memory of her walking away on him with Carlos.
