Chapter 10: His Worst Mistake

SEBASTIAN

“How have you been feeling lately?” I asked my patient, eyes on the screen as I typed.

She sat across from me, six months pregnant.

Silence

My brow raised at her silence. When I looked up, she was watching me, a small smile on her lips. I kept my expression unreadable and continued typing.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Doctor?”

I paused briefly, then answered, looking at her. “No.”

Her smile widened, just for a brief moment.

“I have a fiancée.”

The smile faded. She nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to her stomach as the room settled back into silence.

“Here is your document. Meet the nurses in the pharmacy, and make sure you follow every detail,” I said gently.

She frowned, taking it from me, then stood carefully and walked toward the door, clicking it open. I turned back to focus on the desktop in front of me.

“Are you going to keep standing there, ma’am?” a familiar voice yelled.

I looked up toward the door. Victoria stood there, her face flickering with disdain, staring at the woman. The woman slowly walked away, her head lowered. Victoria stepped in, a grin on her face and a stainless steel food flask in her hand.

I turned back to my desktop, typing.

“I’ve told you to be polite to people—especially my patients,” I said without looking up.

She sighed, set the food flask on my desk, and sank into the chair facing me.

“That old woman was staring at you,” she said, her tone sharp with rising anger.

“She isn’t old,” I replied while still typing. “She’s thirty-two.”

“But still, she’s pregnant,” she argued. “She should focus on her baby and the father, not staring at someone else’s fiancé.”

“Why are you here?” I asked, fighting the irritation crawling under my skin.

“I heard from your mother—you didn’t eat breakfast. So I decided to bring it to you,” she said, pushing the food flask toward me.

I glanced at my wristwatch and then at her. “It’s past nine a.m. Aren’t you going to the office?” I asked, confused.

She groaned and leaned back, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. Her thick red lipstick made it all the more eye-catching. Victoria was attractive, no doubt—but when compared to Alma, she looked… artificial. Alma’s beauty was effortless and natural.

Victoria reached across my desk, her painted red finger tracing along my hand.

I felt a twinge of curiosity—and a little unease. Everything about her screamed the color red: her lips, her nails, and even her jewelry. The only things that didn’t were her hair and skin.

“I wanted to see you. You didn’t come home last night like you promised, and you’re not even replying to my messages or picking up my calls,” she said, standing.

I stayed calm, watching her as she swirled my chair around, then slowly settled on my lap. Her arm wrapped around my neck, and her harsh perfume hit me, nearly making me cough.

“This is an office, Victoria. Patients can walk in,” I said softly.

She rolled her eyes. “We’re getting married soon, remember? They should know that.” She leaned in, aiming for a kiss.

My phone rang, jolting her. She snatched it before I could reach for it. My chest tightened. Taking my phone like that—she hadn’t even been married yet, but the controlling behavior and the audacity of it made a dark spark flare inside me.

She chuckled. “It’s my cousin Luis,” she whispered, sliding it onto the loudspeaker.

“Hello, bro. I need your help with something,” Luis said, desperation creeping into his voice.

Victoria’s eyes snapped to mine, but she still didn’t hand the phone over. She held it, curious, waiting for my reaction.

“Are you there, man?” Luis pressed.

I reached for the phone, and she shifted it just out of reach, urging me to calm down.

“Go on,” I said to Luis. They’d always been birds of a feather, and the last thing I was going to do was act rashly. Victoria was just another piece on the board—another pawn. It was only a matter of time before she knew her place.

“Can you help me check something? Alma’s been acting… strange lately. She’s looking more beautiful, a bit wilder. Can you see if she’s seeing someone?” Luis’s voice cracked with urgency.

“Seriously, Luis? Why would my fiancé do that for you?” she snapped.

“Have you lost it, Victoria? Why aren’t you in the office yet?” he shot back.

She blinked, then handed the phone to me and slowly stood from my lap.

“Give the phone to Sebastian and get your ass here. We need to discuss something,” he exploded.

“Stop screaming in my ear, man,” I replied.

He cleared his throat, then paused. “Oh—sorry. I didn’t know you are now with a phone. But listen… I need your help. Keep an eye on my wife. I’ll be traveling this weekend, and I might stay longer.”

“How long?” I asked.

He hesitated. “Maybe a month. Or a few weeks.”

A cruel smile tugged at my lips.

“Sure,” I said softly.

“Don’t fail me,” he warned. “I’ll kill any man who dares touch my wife.”

Sure he would. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d taken a life. I was the only one who knew that—and the irony was, he had no idea that I did.

I ended the call and dropped the phone onto the desk.

My mind was already shaping the state in which he would meet his wife. He might not even recognize her anymore.

“Sebastian, why on earth would you agree to something like that?” Victoria hissed. “He should deal with his lowlife wife himself. I just hate her.”

I said nothing. My fingers tapped lightly against the desk, steady and rhythmic, while my thoughts moved ahead, calculating.

“Like I told you before, she only has three months left in that house. I'm sure she won't get pregnant before then because Luis can't stand her either,” she added.

Of course. She’d mentioned it before—on our way home after the memorial. The three‑month pregnancy deal. I remembered, but I didn't give any attention to it, because I know I will take my revenge even before the three months.

“Aren’t you leaving already?” I asked.

She blinked, tapped her forehead, then grabbed her handbag from the chair and hurried toward the door. She paused, turned back, and blew me a kiss.

“I love you,” she said with a grin, then shut the door behind her.

Pathetic.

I picked up my phone and tapped on Alma's picture. I’d removed it as my wallpaper after yesterday—but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t replace it.

Especially when she’d be coming in that Friday