Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 183

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**

**Chapter 183**

Hera sat motionless on the sofa, her mind a whirlwind of confusion long after Ezra had left the room. The silence enveloped her like a heavy blanket, and she found herself grappling with the reality of her situation. Yes, in the eyes of the world, she was indeed Sebastian’s wife. They had shared five years of their lives together, but a gnawing doubt lingered in her heart. Why did she find it so difficult to trust him?

As she reflected, a troubling realization dawned on her. She had never actually witnessed Sebastian engaging in any intimate behavior with that older woman. All she could recall was the sight of them slipping into the same car, a seemingly innocent act that had spiraled into a tempest of suspicion in her mind. When Sebastian had finally confessed to her, his demeanor hadn’t been one of alarm or defensiveness; instead, it was marked by a deep sense of helplessness that left her feeling even more unsettled.

A sudden wave of doubt crashed over Hera.

Could it be possible that she had misjudged him? But if that were true, then why hadn’t he taken the time to clarify things? Why had he left her in this fog of uncertainty?

Before she could fully unravel the tangled threads of her thoughts, Mila and Edmund materialized at her side, their expressions a mix of concern and indignation.

“Hera, don’t let this consume you,” Mila urged, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “Ezra clearly took Sebastian’s side. You witnessed it firsthand. Why would you even consider trusting him over Sebastian?”

“Exactly,” Edmund chimed in, his tone sharp. “Sebastian is just a regular firefighter. What makes you think he could suddenly transform into some sort of genius just because he claimed it? It’s obvious he’s found someone else to lean on…”

“I even suspect he’s been using Ezra and those three guys to wash his hands of any guilt he might feel. He’s absolutely despicable!” Mila added, her voice rising with each word.

Their words piled on top of one another, a cacophony of accusations that should have shaken Hera to her core. Yet, this time, she found herself standing firm against their tide. Her expression grew complicated, and with a weariness that seemed to seep into her bones, she shook her head. “Please, just stop talking. I’m tired.”

Once she was out of sight, Mila and Edmund exchanged glances, helplessness etched across their faces. It was only then that Mila’s expression darkened, and she turned to Edmund, her voice dripping with disdain. “Stay away from me, you coward. Do you even realize what a perfect opportunity that was to be a hero? And you just stood there like a deer in headlights? It was one thing when Bull and his gang were around, but you did nothing when it was just him! Are you even a man?”

Edmund’s face flushed crimson with shame, and he stuttered, “I-I was conserving my strength. If he had really laid a hand on you, I swear I would’ve—”

“Bullshit!” Mila interrupted, rolling her eyes so dramatically it seemed almost painful. “I’ve never seen anyone as spineless as you. Listen closely: the one thing women despise is a man without any backbone. It makes them feel insecure. Your performance tonight was a complete turn-off. No wonder Hera walked out on you.”

“So… what am I supposed to do now?” Edmund asked, his voice tinged with despair as he grappled with the reality of his failure.

“What else can you do?” Mila snapped, her frustration palpable. “Just wait for another chance. In the meantime, keep your distance from her. Don’t embarrass yourself any further.”