My Husband Regrets Handing Over Our Ticket To Survival

The apocalypse was coming. The ground temperature was 158 °F, and the first batch of human beings started moving to the base at the North Pole.

As a scientist, my husband was allowed to bring family members with the first batch.

Everyone thought that he would take me along without hesitation.

But in the end, the name he wrote in the application form was one of his master’s students.

“I trained her myself, and she does not have parents. I can’t bear to leave her alone in such a hot place.”

He casually submitted the application form, and his words just chilled me to the core.

“Rose, you’re different. You’ve been through tough situations. I believe you can make it until the second batch moves.”

I forced a resigned smile and said nothing.

That night, as the temperature climbed, I made a calm call.

“You promised to grant me one wish, no questions asked. Does that still count?”

The other person did not hesitate at all. “Of course.”

I cautiously asked, “Can you please prepare two tickets for Noah’s Ark? I want to be among the first to leave with my mother.”

Even getting a ticket was nearly impossible.

The person could not promise me anything. He just said, “I’ll try my best.”

After I hung up, Sebastian Jenkins pushed the door open, stepping in just as he caught sight of my phone screen.

“Who were you talking to?”

I could not be bothered to lie. I said in an exhausted tone, “I was looking for someone to get a ticket for me.”

Sebastian did not even look at me as he casually said, “There are only a few hundred tickets to the base. You won’t get one, or I would have already found a way.”

I gripped my phone tighter.

He knew it was nearly impossible, but he still gave up on me without hesitation to take his master’s student along.

Only when he noticed my silence did he raise his head.

“Rose, don’t be upset. I’ve applied for a place in the second batch for you. You won’t die.”

I listened to the radio report of the rising temperature and sneered secretly.

Everyone knew that in this extreme heat, the later someone left, the slimmer their chances of survival.

The apocalypse was closing in. Desperation made me ask one last favor, “Sebastian, can you at least take my mother along, seeing how she has supported you financially for six years?

“She’s old and unwell. She can’t stand the heat any longer.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

The light was not on in the room, so I could not see Sebastian’s expression clearly.

We had been married for seven years but had known each other for much longer.

We had grown up in the same neighborhood. We were childhood sweethearts and had never stayed apart.

However, during the summer break, when we were about to enroll in middle school, Sebastian’s parents died in a car accident.

My mother worried that he had no one to rely on, so she took him in. At that time, when resources were scarce, she managed to put two children through college.

In the summer after we finished our SATs, he promised me that nothing would tear us apart, not even the apocalypse.

That summer was not as hot as today, but his warm hand had melted my heart.

I blinked and forced the memory away.

Sebastian was quiet for a long time.

It was only after a long while that he said, “Rose, Vivien is my reliable assistant. I have to take her along. There’s no room for discussion.

“Also, it was just a joke when we were kids. Don’t take it too seriously.”

I chuckled in resignation, and I nearly staggered.

We faced extreme heat conditions, but his words sent a chill down my spine.

Soon, the clouds parted, and moonlight fell upon his distant, aloof eyes.

Sebastian tapped a folder against my arm. “Take this first.”

I opened it.

It was a divorce agreement.