Love Is but an Illusion

I once thought that my and Sebastian Ford's love would last a lifetime.

Yet, the man who claims to love me does everything possible to hurt me. He takes wedding photos with another woman and goes on vacation with her. They even sleep in the same room.

When making love to me, he speaks to a friend in a foreign language. He tells the friend he will marry another woman but keep me bound to him with a fake marriage certificate.

Sebastian Ford pinned me against the glass of the floor-length windows in the office, leaving me unable to move an inch. As he kissed my earlobe and my chest, I indulged myself in his warm breath.

His kisses were scorching and passionate. My heart pounded in my chest as my dress was torn to shreds by his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and responded to his kiss.

The bustling streets stretched below the building, outside the transparent glass. Could there be someone watching from the office building across from us? At this thought, I felt a little embarrassed.

This was the first time I ever made love with him in the office.

Sebastian seemed to see through my thoughts. He lifted my head and made me look at the reflection of our entwined bodies in the glass. His muscular physique was strong and defined, while my figure was curvaceous and seductive.

He tightened his grip on my waist and said with a chuckle, "What are you afraid of? No one will disturb us. Besides, we've done far more intimate things than this. What's there to be nervous about?"

His well-defined muscles pounded powerfully against my delicate body.

Instinctively, I clung to his neck. My actions were filled with affection and attachment for him.

However, a sudden ringtone stopped Sebastian in his movements.

We were interrupted at the worst time. With a frown, he answered the call immediately and said in a cold voice, "Who is this?"

I recognized the voice that came from the other end. It was his friend, Zachary Lance. "It's me, Zachary."

Sebastian's expression softened slightly before switching to Francian. "What do you want?"

A brief silence came from the other end before Zachary demanded, "Sebastian, have you lost your mind? Cassandra just returned from abroad, and you already got a marriage certificate with her? Are you insane?

"Where was she when you suffered an accident and laid in bed for five years in a coma? She ran off abroad the very next day! Now that she has returned, you married her the moment she steps back into your life? Are you an idiot?"

At that moment, the warmth in my body completely drained away from head to toe.

Every complex word in Francian translated itself into Elgerian in my mind automatically.

However, Sebastian was unaware of the fact that I understood his every word. He simply replied indifferently, "So what? If I don't marry Cassandra, her stepmother will send her overseas to