Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 34

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"Sebastian, what divorce?" I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together. Shit.

Why don't I even realize I blurt it out to mom? Dad will find it out. Williams will know, and they'll eventually find out about Mackenzie and Abby. I'm screwing everything up.

Another disaster.

What have I done?

"Sebastian, son? Seb?" Dad's voice appears on the phone.

Fuck me now! Of course, he's with Mom, and the call is probably on the loudspeaker.

Abby won't forgive me for this. I made a deal with her to keep this secret. Now she will make a divorce final.

"Yes, Dad. What can I do for you?" I roll my eyes.

"Did I just hear divorce, son?" Shit! And he sounds so interested.

"Yes, Dad. You heard it right. I'll be a divorcé if I won't do something," I say annoyingly. I hope he gets the message. I shouldn't have to call mom in the first place.

"You're married? How did you get married without telling us?" Now the 20 questions. I roll my eyes again.

"Dad, I can get married without telling anyone. For as long as I have a wife, an official, and a witness." Now, I'm annoyed, and I still have a hangover.

"I'm serious, Sebastian, and you're being sarcastic."

"I'm married to Abbygail King, happy? Her dad knew. Don't worry, but now she hates my guts because I hide something from her. She kicked me out of her apartment three days ago."

My dad laughs. He fucking laughs! And I'm tempted to hang the call on his face, but he's my father, and no matter how annoying he is, I respect and love my old man.

"How did she kick you out, Seb? She's something. Seb Hughes III has been kicked out by his wife out of her apartment. That's funny, son. You must have upset her so much," He mocks me.

"Yeah. It's fucking funny, and the fact that she fucking hates my fucking guts that makes it funnier, and here you are fucking laughing at me."

"Language, Sebastian. I raised you well, and this conversation is on hands-free, and your mother is listening."

I growl with annoyance. "I apologize. I'm just so upset and you are making fun of my failure. She didn't even reply to my messages or call me back. I lost options. I called Mom, hoping she can help me deal with this." I want to pull my hair out of my head out of frustration.

"Tell us. What happened, maybe we can help."

I told them everything from start to end. They're my parents, and it helps a lot now that they understand my situation.

"Oh, poor Abby. Honey, give her a week. If she won't talk to you, I will go to Boston myself and pay her a visit. Trust me, a woman like us always get along." Mom is Mom, always supportive even sometimes she's infuriating.

"Give her time, Seb. She suffered a lot. Of course, she has trust issues, and three people she trusted just lied to her, even though, it's obvious that it's for her sake, but it's still upsetting. She feels betrayed. I need to talk to Mike. How could he keep this from me?" Dad seems determined talking to Mike. Abby won't ever forgive me for this, and she's going to hate me and throw me to a hell hole.

"Dad, Mike is going to hang me alive if you'd do that."

"Oh, trust me, he won't. You're his son-in-law. I can't believe you're a married man. I'm proud of you, son." That's what I said before. He's fucking proud of me if I'm getting married.

"We need to meet her if the dust is settled. Can you arrange that, honey?" asks mom.

"Sure, if she agrees." Hopefully, I can win her back. "Thanks to both of you. I feel a little bit better." But actually still far from better.

"No problem, son. We're always here for you. And I want grandchildren." Kill me now.

"Jesus, Dad. I don't even know if she wants me back, and I don't even know how to win her back, and now you're asking for grandchildren?"

"Oh, C'mon, son. I'm already old. I wanna see them before I die." Yeah, like I believe you'll die soon.

I continue walking until my knees almost give up.

After for like an hour, thank god, I find the road. I sit on the street, hoping for a passing car, and maybe someone can send me home.

I'd been sitting my ass here for like another hour, and still no car. My ass starts to ache, and my legs are numb.

No car.

No signs of any human around.

Where am I? I'm so stupid. I start walking and follow the road that may lead me to my home or worst case scenario will lead me to some psycho killers. I don't want to die without seeing Abby first. I want her forgiveness.

I'm sweating everywhere. I'm thirsty. Jesus, what I have done. My feet hurt, and my knees almost give up.

God must have punished me for what I've done, and for what I did to Abby. I continue walking until I see lights for a distance. Thank God. I know this place, and I run like a loser until I can't breathe.

My home.

I bend down, holding my knees. I will never drink my ass again. To hell with my car. I get home safe, and that's what matters. The security must be sleeping since they don't have any idea I'm coming home.

After pressing some keys, the gate opens. I use the key that I picked up hidden in the fountain, and I know it's the worse place to hide a key, but it works for me. Finally, I get to the main door open.

After drinking a lot of water to wash out the alcohol from my system, I go to my room, shower, and dress in a shirt and jeans, then I go down to my home office.

Shit. I remember how we talk, how I hold Abby's hand and show her my cellar.

I go to my wine cellar after closing the liquor cabinet behind me and grab a bottle of the same wine I shared with her when I proposed. I pour the glass and toast alone.

"To me." And I drink. Alone. I just promised that I wouldn't drink again, and yet, here I am. I close my eyes when they feel heavy.