"I forgot to mention something earlier," Sebastian said slowly.

"It's because of you," Isabella said loudly, on the verge of tears before I could reply to Sebastian.

"What is?"

"I love him so much," she yelled out. "But he doesn't love me! And it's because of you."

"How?"

"IF YOU HADN'T HAVE COME BACK, HE WOULD HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH ME!," she screamed out before she ran towards me.

She should be grateful they're even together then.

Before I knew it, she grabbed my hair and yanked it. As an instinct I was about to knee her in the belly before I realised she's pregnant and I can't fucking do that. So instead, I tried to pry her fingers off my hair.

Sebastian rushed forwards and tried to pull Isabella off me. Finally, she let go of my hair. "You fucking bitch," I spat out. "I don't give a fuck if you're pregnant, I'm gonna beat your ass up!" I twisted my hair at the top of head, putting it in a bun without a hair tie.

Now you know I mean business.

She let out a yell before she pounced on me, hitting and pinching. Seriously, can this girl not throw a fucking punch?

I pushed her off me and scrambled to my feet. She charged again. Not knowing what I was doing, I grabbed her T-shirt and somehow managed to rip it in half down the front.

My eyes widened as I looked down her naked belly. It looks fake. It's fake. It doesn't even have a fucking bellybutton. I let out a gasp before she paused and looked down, genuinely confused.

"You lying fucking bitch," I sneered out before I reached forward and pulled the fake baby belly off her, throwing it on the floor. "You're fucking sick." I grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the wall making her let out a yell.

Now, imagine if that was her actually belly. That would've been embarrassing.

"SEBASTIAN, MAKE HER STOP!," she screamed out in pain. I kept on going until I saw a little blood. I threw her on the floor.

"Isabella, you fucking lied?," he said questioningly, in disbelief.

How the fuck did he not know! Does he not go to bed with her every fucking night?

"I'M SORRY!," she sobbed out. "I didn't mean to. I ju-I just love you so much and I couldn't risk losing you."

"You're a crazy fucking bitch," I scoffed out. "You're a fucking disgusting person to even lie about that."

She didn't even say a word as she curled herself up into a ball on the floor. In the midst of my anger, I walked next to her and kicked her side, feeling a form of satisfaction from that. She let out a grunt.

She should be lucky I'm not doing anything worse to her.

"I can't deal with anymore of this shit," I sighed out. "Sebastian, she's all yours. I'm leaving."

I grabbed my bag and left, closing the office door behind me.

What sort of a sick person would do something like that?

Sebastian's PoV

"You lied," I said flatly. She was still curled up in a ball on the floor. She didn't move. She let out a whimper when I neared her. "You fucking lied."

"I-I said I-I didn't mean to," she stuttered.

"But you did," I tutted. I watched as she shook, clearly afraid. I knelt down and tilted my head to the side and roughly grabbed her by the chin and harshly pulled it up, forcing her to sit up. "And warning her off me? Really?"

"I-I'm sorry."

"You're just so desperate for me to love you. It's pathetic really," I spat out. My hold on her chin tightened. "You're really fucking lucky she didn't push for an answer from me."

"Yo-You're hurtin-," she gasped out.

"What?," I snapped, cutting in. With a sigh, I reluctantly dropped my hand. Her hand instantly went up to massage the place my hand squeezed.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said even though I didn't mean it. "I'll get you some ice." Begrudgingly, I got up and demanded one of the maids to get an ice pack.

I don't like people in my home but before everything changed, Isabella hired extra help. I've just never had the chance to fire them since.

Isabella held it to her chin. "I-I forgive you," she breathed out.

I looked at her confused. "For what? I didn't fucking give you an apology."

She looked taken aback. "But-."

"But nothing. You faked a fucking pregnancy to keep me close. You're fucking crazy. You need help," I spoke. "But I'm not gonna get you help."

"I don't help. I need you to go back to being who you used to be. What's wrong with wanting the man I love to stay with me?"

"Well, you killed that man too," I said flatly. She wants the old me but the old me is non existent at this point. Old me was an act. "Faking a pregnancy is on a whole other level. I can't believe I ever fucked you," I shuddered out. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Don't act like it was nothing," she spoke. "If it was, we wouldn't be married."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. She dropped the ice pack and both hands landed on mine to try and loosen my grip. "You pulled her hair," I stated. "Why'd you pull it?" I pulled her hair sideways making her head tilt to the side. She let out a yell.

"You already tried to fucking kill her and now you tried to hit her," I continued, my grip on her hair tightening. "You just keep trying to push my fucking buttons, don't you?"

She muttered something that sounded gibberish. "She doesn't love you," she got out. "She left you behind. No one forced her. She could've told you she was alive. But she didn't. I was there for you, not her."

"What if I said I knew she was alive that whole time?," I lied. I didn't but she doesn't need to know.

"W-What?"

"You heard what I said." She let out a gasp.

"Y-You're playing me."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But what are you gonna do about it? You'll have no home, no money, no nothing if choose to leave. Your own family cut ties with you. You need me."

She shook her head slowly. "I'll get you to love me, even if it's the last thing I'll ever do."

I let go of her hair and walked around to the safe I have hidden in the wall behind a paining. I removed the painting before I covered the keypad as I entered the passcode.

When I turned back to face Isabella, her eyes widened as she saw the familiar black box in my hands. I set it down on the desk and opened it.

"Sebastian, please, don't," she begged knowing that running from me won't get her far. She's tried it before and learnt from her mistakes.

"You say this all the time," I rolled my eyes as I got to work. "You know what I'm gonna say."

She let out a sigh and repeated the words I had said so many times to her. "You don't care what I say. It has to happen." I nodded my head at her.

"Exactly," I said sharply as I reached out and grabbed her arm. She tried to pull it back but when I shot her a glare, she stopped.

The needle that I had prepared sat in my hand, just dying to be put to use. Without warning her, I jabbed it into her arm before pulling it back out once whatever was in it entered her bloodstream. She let out a gasp and a hiss from the sudden pain. Seconds later, her body fell back and hit the floor.

I always forget she can't feel her body afterwards.

Don't worry, I'm not a fucking rapist.

It's a sedative to keep her asleep which is a bonus. The main reason why I love using this sedative on other people is because it traps them in their own head. Now, that's my favourite type of torment.