I raised my wine glass, meeting Sebastian's thoughtful gaze across the table. "To love's outcasts," I toasted, the words coming easier after sharing so much over dinner.
Sebastian's eyes softened as he clinked his glass against mine. "To the rejects of romance."
We both laughed, the sound breaking the tension that had built around his confession about his secret crush. Something about tonight felt different—walls crumbling between us that I hadn't even realized existed.
"You know," Sebastian said after taking a sip, "we've talked about my pathetic love life, but you've been surprisingly quiet about yours."
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "What's there to say? I'm legally married to a man I no longer love, who's fighting our divorce tooth and nail."
Sebastian's brow furrowed. "You truly don't have feelings for Everett anymore?"
