Sebastian Brenand’s parents were the only ones who seemed like bad guys on the surface. To Sebastian, Yvette Houston would perpetually be his unlikeable wife, but not as an evil woman.

He might not like her, but he wouldn’t hate her either.

Yvette frowned coldly and got into her car while thinking about this.

Sebastian sped down the flat tar road with Rachel Wood tied up in the passenger’s seat. The doors were locked, and without his permission, she couldn’t even budge.

Unable to leave, she was trapped.

She struggled to set herself free, but it didn’t work.

“Sebastian, what exactly do you want? You’re already married. Nothing else matters. You’re responsible for looking after that woman!” she shouted.

“Also, how many times do you want me to tell you that I don’t deserve you?”

Rachel didn’t want to say these things, to be honest. Each time she did so, it felt like she was stabbing herself.

Hearing her words, Sebastian slammed his hands forcefully against the steering wheel as