For three months, Emily became his caretaker.
And yet—she never complained.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Whitmore. I’ll do better tomorrow,” was always her gentle reply.
Every night, while Sebastian slept—or pretended to—Emily softly spoke as she massaged his swollen feet.
“I know you’re kind,” she whispered.
“Maybe people hurt you with their words. Don’t worry. I’m here. I’m your wife. I won’t leave you.”
Sebastian heard every word.
And beneath the thick armor he wore, his heart slowly softened.
THE GRAND CHARITY GALA
The night of the Grand Charity Gala arrived—the first time Sebastian would introduce Emily to high society.
He dressed her in a stunning red gown and draped her in expensive jewelry.
He himself wore a tuxedo, still tight around his massive body.
All eyes followed them as they entered the ballroom.
A woman approached—Vanessa Cole, Sebastian’s former girlfriend from before he had become “fat,” according to rumors. In truth, Vanessa was the woman who had shattered his trust.
“Oh my God, Sebastian,” Vanessa laughed.
“You’ve gotten even bigger! Is this the woman you bought? How much did she cost? She looks like a gold digger.”
Vanessa’s friends laughed.