"There’s no need to explain, Mr. Prescott. I’m just your ex-wife. Whoever you marry next has nothing to do with me."
I frowned and tried to push him away, but he only held me tighter. I could feel his warm breath against my neck, sending a wave of discomfort through me. Annoyed, I drove my knee hard into his stomach, and finally, he let go.
"Juliana... you hit me?"
Sebastian clutched his abdomen, wincing in pain, but his expression quickly shifted—almost as if he was... pleased.
"You’re still mad about me marrying her, aren’t you?" His voice softened. "Juliana, I had no choice. Once the wedding with Isabella is over, I’ll explain everything to you."
He reached for my hand, but I instinctively stepped back, my voice sharp with warning.
"Sebastian, let me say this one more time—we are
