Ch. Broken 6 Broken 6

06 

We were about to get in the car and head home with Joey’s kindergarten prize. 

Suddenly, a figure darted out of the shadows and, without a word, punched Micah Yip square 

in the face. 

I gasped and covered Joey’s eyes. 

Sebastian Gresham’s chest heaved as he glared at Micah Yip. 

“I treated you like a brother, and this is how you repay me? Freya Lowell is my wife! How dare 

you come onto her!” 

Micah Yip wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, without a word, threw a punch. 

He spared a moment to glance back and tell me. 

“Be good, go sit in the car. Don’t get hurt.” 

I closed the car door, listening nervously to their argument, ready to tell the driver to help 

Micah Yip if things got out of hand. 

Who knew Micah Yip’s punch would leave Sebastian Gresham sprawled on the ground, 

unable to get up for ages. 

“You’re divorced. She’s my wife now, and I’ve got the marriage certificate to prove it. What 

have you got? A divorce certificate?” 

“Divorced is divorced, what’s with this sham divorce nonsense? Playing house, are we? And 

snatching? Please. I waited six years for this opportunity, and I grabbed it fair and square.” 

Micah Yip scoffed, “Brothers? I thought we were just people who happened to grow up together. Unlike you, I don’t call every Tom, Dick, and Harry ‘brother‘.” 

Sebastian Gresham lay sprawled on the ground, a pathetic, speechless stray dog. 

On the way home, Micah Yip’s words kept replaying in my head. 

What’s this about waiting six years? 

I met Sebastian Gresham first, damn it. He chased me. Then he introduced me to his little 

circle of friends. 

And the only reason I even noticed Micah Yip was because while everyone else in 

Sebastian’s orbit was busy singing Lydia Hunt’s praises, Micah Yip said nothing. He just went 

out to the hallway for a smoke, and when he saw me leave alone, he silently stubbed out his 

cigarette and drove me home. 

The lights flickered in the private room that day, and Micah Yip looked at me, hesitant, but ultimately said nothing. 

“Six years? I’ve known Sebastian Gresham for six years myself.” 

I watched Micah Yip’s expression. 

Micah Yip paused, then finally said, “I met you first. I spent ages planning how to approach you without seeming too forward. But then my brother had an emergency. By the time I’d sorted everything out, you were already married to Sebastian Gresham.” 

4:56 pm 

“I’m sorry, I lied. The fake marriage thing was a terrible excuse; I genuinely wanted to marry you.” 

Joey’s asleep. After a long, drawn–out silence, I chuckled softly, watching Micah Yip’s tense profile. 

“Maybe we could have a try.” 

Micah Yip just stared at me, completely dazed. 

“Let’s try acting like a real married couple. Maybe one day, it’ll actually become real.” 

It was dark in the car. After what felt like forever, I heard Micah Yip sniffle. 

In the dark, he took my hand. 

Sebastian Gresham finally showed his face again after nursing his wounds. 

He shoved the divorce certificate at me. 

“Lydia Hunt’s already moved out. I said I’d divorce her within a month, and I didn’t waste a 

single day.” 

“If you’re unhappy, I won’t let Felicity near her again. What else did I do to piss you off? Just tell me, and I swear I’ll change everything.” 

His voice was a low murmur. 

“How about you divorce Micah Yip? I can pretend none of this ever happened, and we can go 

back to being a family of three.” 

“Felicity is your own daughter, after all, while that Joey isn’t even related to you. He might be 

acting all nice now, but he won’t remember your kindness later on.” 

I couldn’t have cared less about seeing his and Lydia Hunt’s divorce certificate, until Joey 

was mentioned; then, I finally turned cold. 

“You want to lecture me about blood being thicker than water? Sebastian Gresham, don’t 

you think that’s a joke?” 

“My own daughter, Felicity Gresham, watched me collapse in a pool of blood and accused 

me of faking it, personally smashing the things that meant the most to me. While Joey, who you claim is no blood relation of mine, would carefully glue those fragments back together, telling 

me not to be sad anymore.” 

Sebastian Gresham’s face paled, little by little. 

I exhaled deeply. 

“Over the years, I’ve done a lot of reflecting. I spent sleepless nights wondering if I was a bad mother, and that’s why Felicity Gresham distanced herself from me and resented me.” 

Sebastian Gresham denied it. “No.” 

I went on, “Later, I realized that maybe Lydia Hunt is the ideal mother figure in her eyes. Marrying Lydia Hunt was the right choice for you. You grew up together, you know each othe far better than I ever could. It was presumptuous of me to try and wedge myself into your little love fest. And now, you can continue being inseparable buddies with Lydia Hunt, and Felicity Gresham can naturally call her Mom. A win–win for everyone, right?” 

4:56 pm DDDD. 

Sebastian Gresham weakly defended himself, “No, that’s not it. You’re the one I love most. 

Lydia Hunt and I, there’s really nothing between us. I can even have her apologize to you. It was 

all a joke, all fake.” 

I stared steadily at Sebastian Gresham. “But all the hurt I felt was real.” 

Sebastian Gresham’s hands trembled, and the divorce certificate slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…” 

He grabbed at his hair in anguish, covering his face, as if he could only repeat those three 

words. 

My voice regained its calm, like before, and I spoke softly to him. 

“Since you feel so guilty, just let me go. This happy little family of three you keep going on about? I already have it. Why would I give them up for you? What makes you so entitled?” 

I smiled thinly. 

“Let’s just leave it at that. I’m happy now, and I hope you two can manage to be happy too.” 

I didn’t look at Sebastian Gresham again as I turned and left. 

4:56 pm DDDD 

her.