Fragments of a Broken Vow Novel – On the day I married Sebastian Navarro, unexpected events changed everything. Sebastian left for three days after our wedding, and when he returned, he brought back someone dear from his past, Nathalie Zeller, who was going through a difficult time. Feeling torn but understanding the situation, I reluctantly agreed to help care for Nathalie alongside him.
She needed extra patience and kindness—encouragement to eat, gentle conversations to ease her into sleep. At times, it was overwhelming. When Sebastian later suggested building a stronger support system for Nathalie, I realized that my ticker could no longer endure the emotional strain. That night, overwhelmed with sadness, I made the decision to rethink my future.
When I opened my eyes again, it felt as if I had been given another chance. It was the very day Sebastian asked me if I would help care for Nathalie. He turned to me, surprised, when I calmly said, “No.” “You don’t want to?” His voice was full of disbelief. I stood my ground, meeting his gaze steadily. “That’s right. I don’t.” Sebastian froze, and for a moment, the room was silent. Nathalie, still resting in his arms, whispered softly: “Sebastian, it’s okay.
I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and anyone else.” A tear slipped down her cheek. Sebastian’s grip tightened slightly in reflex, but then he softened. Looking back at me, he repeated the words he had once spoken long ago: “If you can’t accept this, maybe it’s better we call off the marriage.” Hearing this, I finally felt a sense of peace.
Maybe we were never truly meant for each other—a hardworking entrepreneur and a free-spirited artist like me. In the past, it was I who had insisted on this relationship, asking my family to arrange everything. But now, I was ready to let go. Without hesitation, I smiled and said: “Okay. Let’s annul the marriage.” Nathalie looked visibly relieved, but to my surprise, Sebastian appeared momentarily stunned, as if he hadn’t expected me to agree so easily.
He stared at me, lips pressed into a firm line, but said nothing more. Then, Nathalie clutched his sleeve and whispered: “Sebastian, I feel tired…” Without missing a beat, Sebastian lifted her into his arms. As he walked past me, he paused briefly. “Nathalie needs someone by her side right now.” I simply nodded. “You don’t need to explain. I wish you both well.” This time, there was no bitterness—only acceptance.