SEBASTIAN’S POV
I was seated at my desk, papers scattered across its surface, staring blankly at the numbers on the screen.
This wasn’t unusual, distractions always found their way into my mind, but this time, the distraction was a beautiful woman with dark eyes and a sharp tongue who had completely turned my life upside down. Sasha.
Even when we were apart, she consumed me.
I had been trying to focus all day, but the moment her name flashed across my phone, all pretense of work dissolved.
“Sebastian, it’s me,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.
My heart immediately dropped. “Sasha, what’s wrong?”
There was a pause, and then, to my complete surprise, she laughed, a sound I had missed far more than I cared to admit.
“It’s nothing wrong. It’s good news. My father, he’s awake. He’s awake, Sebastian!”
I stood so abruptly my chair nearly toppled over. “What? Are you serious? Sasha, that’s incredible!” Relief and joy coursed through me, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her father, the man who had silently loomed over so many aspects of our relationship, finally recovering.
“I just thought you should know,” Sasha continued, her voice laced with emotions. “The doctors said it’s a miracle.
He’s still weak, but he recognized me, Sebastian. He smiled at me.”
I could picture her in that moment, standing beside her father’s bed, her face glowing with hope. “I’m leaving now,” I said without a second thought. “I’ll be there in”
“Sebastian,” Roland interrupted, stepping into my office. His expression was stern, his arms crossed over his chest.
I hadn’t even realized he’d come in. “We need to talk.”
I frowned at him, covering the phone with my hand. “Not now, Roland.”
“Yes, now,” he insisted. His tone was clipped, leaving no room for argument.
I turned back to the phone. “Sasha, give me a second,” I said softly, before muting the call. “This better be good.”
“It’s not about me,” Roland said, his tone softening slightly.
“It’s about the company. You’ve already skipped out of work multiple times for personal matters, and I let it slide. But not today, Sebastian. Not this time. You need to focus on the business.”
I stared at him, frustration boiling in my chest. “You can’t expect me to stay here when Sasha’s father just woke up after months in a coma. Do you have any idea what that means to her? To us?”
Roland sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I understand, Sebastian, but this deal can’t wait. If we don’t finalize it today, it could set us back months.”
” Let me go on your behalf. .. I’ll check on her father and give you a full report. But you need to stay here and handle this.”
I wanted to argue. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to leave, to drive straight to the hospital and be there for Sasha. But Roland wasn’t wrong.
The business demanded my attention, and as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t afford to let it slide.
After a long pause, I nodded reluctantly. “Fine. You’ll go?”
“Yes,” Roland confirmed. “I’ll leave right now.”
Unmuting the phone, I took a deep breath before speaking. “Sasha?”
“Is everything okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
I hated what I was about to say. “I’m sorry, Sasha. I won’t be able to make it today.”
There was a beat of silence, and I braced myself for her disappointment. “Why not?”
“Work,” I said simply. “It’s important, and I can’t step away right now. But Roland is coming in my place.”
“He’ll check on your father and let me know everything. I promise, I’ll be there the day he gets discharged. You have my word.”
Another pause, and then she sighed. “I understand. I’ll tell my father you said hello.”
“Sasha…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say. “I’m so happy for you. For him. This is the best news we could have hoped for.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “Thank you, Sebastian.”
We said our goodbyes, and as I hung up, an overwhelming wave of guilt settled over me. I had let her down, again. It wasn’t the first time, and I doubted it would be the last.
Still, as I sat back in my chair, another thought crept into my mind-a thought that brought a small, mischievous smile to my lips.
If her father was awake, it meant we were one step closer to our re-marriage. The plans I’d been quietly piecing together were about to kick into high gear, whether Sasha was ready or not.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Sasha.
I imagined her sitting by her father’s side, holding his hand, smiling through tears of relief.
I pictured the way her face would light up when I surprised her with the wedding she deserved, a real wedding, not the rushed, impersonal ceremony we’d had before.
By the time I finally left the office, it was late, and the city was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. I drove home in silence, my mind racing with ideas.
Everything had to be perfect. Sasha deserved nothing less.
Tomorrow, I would make it up to her. Tomorrow, I would start putting my plans into motion.
For now, I could only hope she understood.