That reaction only fed him.
Sebastian’s lips curved into a cold, vicious smile, the kind that came from absolute contempt.
“Don’t play innocent with me,” he said, every word dripping with disdain. “Do you really think you climbed that high in this family without spreading your legs? And don’t insult me by pretending you did it for my sake—that’s disgusting.”
I lifted my head slowly, forcing myself to meet his eyes. The disappointment hit harder than the slap, crashing over me like a tidal wave.
“Sebastian,” I said hoarsely, my voice shaking despite myself, “do you really need to degrade me like this?”
He let out a slow, mocking laugh. “Degrade you? You should be grateful I’m even acknowledging you. Do you honestly believe someone like you deserves dignity?”
The weight in my chest became unbearable—anger, humiliation, betrayal, all twisted together until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Fine,” I said through clenched teeth. “If you refuse to hear the truth, then let internal affairs handle it. We’ll see who’s actually filthy here—you, with your lies, or me, with the crimes you invented.”