This was probably the best response I'd received in days—Sebastian had finally agreed to the divorce.
To celebrate my newfound freedom, I put on a brand-new dress, planning to meet Cassandra for a celebratory night out.
But after waiting at Cicada Bistro for four hours, there was still no sign of Sebastian.
I wasn’t particularly upset, though. It wasn’t the first time he had stood me up.
In fact, he had a habit of showing up late—sometimes an hour or two on purpose.
I still remembered that one night. Lillian had won an award at school, and to celebrate, we prepared a feast.
Sebastian had promised he’d be home for dinner. Yet, after two long hours of waiting, it was just Lillian and me at the table.
The excitement on her little face gradually faded. Our stomachs growled with hunger,
