Goodbye Saintess. novel Chapter 19

Just as I was about to fall asleep , my phone buzzed . A call from an unknown number lit up the screen . ” Seriously ? Who calls a stranger in the middle of the night ? ” I mumbled . I frowned , hesitated , then picked up . The moment I said ” Hello ? ” , a familiar voice broke through . ” Sebastian Grimwald , why did you block my number ?! Sebastian , answer me ! ” It was Hera . She was drunk .

Her voice teetered between pitiful and accusatory , each slurred word laced with the kind of self- righteousness that made my skin crawl . ” What the hell ? ” I muttered to myself . We’re getting divorced . Why would we need each other’s numbers ? ” So yeah , I blocked you . ” My grip on the phone tightened as my mind flashed back to the video my old classmate had sent me earlier tonight . She’d been at a bar , and she was clearly drunk now . But didn’t she have Edmund now ? And Bobby ? What the hell was she doing calling me at this hour ? Didn’t she care if they saw ? If they misunderstood ?

” What’s that supposed to mean ? ” she snapped . ” I don’t give you permission to block me . If anyone’s blocking someone , it’s me blocking you ! Now take me off that stupid block list . Right now ! ” Her whining curdled into fury . Classic Hera . She always needed to be in control . ” And why should I ? ” I questioned coldly . ” I’m not your pet . You don’t get to bark orders at me anymore . If you don’t have anything important to say , don’t call me again . I’m going to sleep . ” I didn’t give her a single inch . My thumb hovered over the hang – up button , ready to end the whole thing .

That was the case until her tone changed . Maybe she finally realized I wasn’t the same man who used to orbit her every whim . Her voice softened , shifting from combative to pleading . ” Wait , don’t hang up . Please … I’m drunk , Sebastian . Can you come get me ? Take me home … please ? ” ” No. Goodnight . ” I hung up without hesitation , scoffing under my breath . There was no sadness . Just a hollow ache , like I was the only one stuck listening to the punchline of some cosmic joke . I used to drop everything the moment she called .

Every time she drank too much at some work dinner , I’d rush to the restaurant -rain or shine – just to pick her up . Even if it meant waiting outside in the cold all night like some fool , I’d show up with a jacket and hangover food in hand . I still remembered those sleepless nights vividly . Her stomach would twist from the alcohol , and I’d sit by her side , watching her wince in pain and begging her to stop drinking . She never listened . At first , she’d snap at me to shut up . Eventually , she just told me not to come at all .

She never understood how much it hurt , watching other men bring her home sloppy drunk while I stood by , powerless . I kept lying to myself that it was fine . That they were just dropping her off . I was the one who took care of her after . But one night , I suggested having a little wine together , just enough to set the mood . She shut me down on the spot . She had told me coldly that as an Awakenist , indulging in worldly pleasures was already a sin . Drinking beforehand ? That was a sin stacked on another sin .

She had said that if I didn’t want to follow the rules , I could get off the damn bed . She had even demanded to never ask for 1/2 Chapter to something so unholy again . I still remember the way those words sliced through me . It was like they’d been carved into the bone . And now she had the nerve to call me in the middle of the night , begging me to pick her up ? Give me a break . I tossed the phone aside and turned off the light , finally ready to sleep . But it kept ringing nonstop as if she was trying to call me into submission . And honestly ? Even I was a little surprised .