The Love that Never Really Dies novel Chapter 162

It was as though she was finally freed from the shackles of her past. The feeling of being liberated was so overwhelming that her whole body was trembling.

I’m finally free.

She would no longer allow herself to harbor the faint hope of reuniting with Sebastian and find excuses for him every time he hurt her, telling herself that he did those things for a good reason.

Who am I kidding? I was my own prisoner, but I no longer am. I’m going to have a new life after this.

While Sasha sat on that chair, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Clutching her chest, she wanted to cry her heart out. But as she took a deep breath, she realized that her aching heart did not allow her to do so.

She felt as though her heart had been pierced through with a dagger.

…

Sasha remained at the Hayes residence the whole afternoon.

Since Sebastian had indicated that he would have the divorce papers sent over, she wanted to be there when the documents arrived.

But hours had passed, and there was still no sign of Sebastian.

After a while, Sasha grew drowsy from getting too worked up earlier on and fell asleep in the house.

When Matteo and Ian came over for their mother, they saw a sleeping Sasha. They then scuttled to their grandfather. “Grandpa, is Mommy sleeping?”

Frederick was looking intently at a booklet in his hand when a child’s voice broke his daze. He quickly put down the booklet and replied, “Yeah, she’s asleep. What are you guys doing here? I thought you were spending time with your uncle?”

“We did. But we’ve got to go back now,” said Matteo smilingly after checking the time on his smartwatch.

It’s about time to pick Vivian up from her preschool, or the crybaby will surely kick up a fuss if we’re late.

After hearing that Matteo intended to go home, a hint of hesitation crept up the old man’s face as he looked at his grandson and asked tentatively, “Well, I was thinking… maybe you could sleep here tonight and spend some time with me?”

“Huh?”

Frederick’s unexpected suggestion startled the boys.

Ian did not resist that idea as he had spent a lot of time here growing up. Matteo, on the other hand, was instantly filled with reluctance.

He was not used to sleeping in a strange place without his parents.

“But Mommy said that we need to go back home so that we won’t be late for our preschool tomorrow. Grandpa, why don’t we come back to visit you on the weekend?” Matteo had cleverly turned his rejection into a visit in his sweetest voice possible.