Chapter 381 Let’s Get Married

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 Let’s Get Married

Abigail’s POV

Damien stared at me, so I kept talking.

"Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Damien. I won’t forget it."

"Stop." He grabbed my shoulders. "I kept telling myself you were just lost. That no matter how far you drifted, I could still pull you back. But this—"

His jaw clenched. "I was wrong about you. Completely."

"I’m only taking back what was always meant to be mine."

"Meant to be yours?" He let out a broken laugh. "There’s no law that says a man belongs to you, Abigail. You’re sick. And I don’t know how to help you anymore. Don’t you dare say I didn’t try. Even if I wanted to now, there’s no road back." He stepped away. "One day you’ll regret every bit of this."

He stumbled, caught himself, and picked up the guitar. At the door he turned.

"You don’t have to remember how I treated you. Maybe it’s better if you forget all of it. None of those memories are worth keeping." His eyes were empty. "I’m done. You’re not the Abigail I knew."

The door clicked shut.

I stood among the broken pieces of his cup, crying.

I’d always believed Damien would understand me, even if no one else did. Now he wanted to forget everything between us.

Fine. Perhaps it was better this way. He was only a friend, and Sebastian was the man I wanted.

A black car arrived outside my building the next morning. I carried my bags down, barely able to contain my excitement. The driver hurried over to take them.

"Let me help you, Miss Tanner."

"Luna Abigail," I corrected.

He stopped with his hand on a suitcase.

"What?" I smiled. "I’m marrying your Alpha. You might as well get used to the title."

"Of course, Luna Abigail."

He sounded uncomfortable, but that wasn’t my problem.

I settled into the back seat. I could get used to hearing that.

Half an hour later, we passed through the estate gates. I glanced at the two guards who had once refused to let me in. I’d promised myself the Silver Moon Pack would welcome me through those gates one day.

Now their own driver was carrying my luggage.

Mila waited on the front steps. She smiled as I got out, though she didn’t look pleased.

"Welcome to our home."

"Thank you, Mom. You and Dad made the right decision."

Titus sat on the living room sofa, staring into the distance. Without his grandson, I doubted he would have allowed Pearl Hemlich’s daughter through the door.

"Dad, I’m here."

"Yes. Welcome." He nodded, then opened his newspaper.

Not exactly a warm reception, but I could work on that later. I looked toward the stairs.

"Where’s Sebastian?"

"Upstairs," Mila said. "He’ll be down soon."

He appeared a moment later, his hands in his pockets. His expression didn’t change when he saw me.

I hadn’t expected affection. I’d trapped him and driven Emilia away, so of course he resented me. But we had loved each other once. Given time, I could make him remember that.

"Sebastian, let’s get our marriage certificate today." I wasn’t giving him time to invent an excuse. "We don’t need a reception. I don’t care about any of that."

"We can’t get married."

"Why not?"

"Because I already am." A faint smile appeared on his face. "Emilia didn’t sign the divorce papers."

"That’s impossible."

I turned to Mila. "I told you to make sure she signed before she left."

"I gave her the papers," Mila said. "I thought she would sign them."

"You thought?" I stared at her. "Why didn’t you watch her do it?"

Yesterday, they’d told me Emilia was gone and invited me to move in. Naturally, I’d assumed the divorce was settled. What was the point of getting her out of the house if she was still his wife?

Sebastian watched me with a smirk. He was enjoying this.

"Please calm down," Mila said. "Think of the baby. We can sort out the certificate later. After two or three years apart, the marriage should end anyway."

"Two or three years?" I picked up my bag. "And what happens if you change your minds before then? Without a marriage certificate, what am I here? A guest you can throw out?"

"No one is throwing you out," Titus said.

"Then give me something more than promises. Do you think I’m a fool?"

I headed for the door. Mila hurried in front of me, and Titus rose from the sofa.

"You’re carrying our grandson," he said. "We’ll protect you. If you need a written guarantee, we can have one drawn up and notarized."

"Sebastian agreed to let you stay," Mila added. "He’s willing to make this work for the child. Don’t walk away now that you’re finally here."

She glanced at her son, silently asking him to help. He didn’t move.

"Leave if you want," he said. "But don’t expect to walk back in whenever you change your mind."

Then he turned and went upstairs.

I stood there, gripping my bag. After everything I’d done to get here, I wasn’t about to leave. I’d only wanted his parents to worry enough to give me what I wanted.

Sebastian, unfortunately, hadn’t bothered to worry at all.

Titus and Mila kept reassuring me until I finally set down my bag.

"I’ll stay," I said. "For the baby. But I expect you to keep your promises."

"Of course." Mila let out a breath and called for a servant.

A few minutes later, someone brought in a bowl of soup. Mila guided me to the sofa and sat beside me.

"I asked the cook to make tomato soup for you," she said. "It’s good for the baby. Helps his brain develop."

Apparently, a clever grandson began with tomatoes. I wasn’t going to argue with the woman who’d just promised me a place in the family.

I picked up the bowl and began to drink.