The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 122

Sebastian’s face darkened as soon as he heard her words. He glanced at Reese, anger simmering in his eyes, but what he saw stopped him cold. Her eyes were red, her expression a mix of heartbreak and exhaustion—just like that night in the courtyard when she’d slapped him, all pain and fury.

A bad feeling twisted in his gut. He pulled out his phone and finally noticed several missed calls from Reese, plus a notification from the court.

“You’re actually serious?” His voice was raw, disbelief and fear tangled together.

Reese had filed for divorce. She'd really gone through with it? She wanted out?

Why?

He took a step closer, reaching for her shoulder, but Reese shoved him away so hard he nearly stumbled. “Get away from me. Don’t touch me!”

“Sebastian, I’m done. I just want a divorce. That’s it. I don’t want anything else to do with you.”

“If you want kids, go ask Sofia, ask Leslie, ask whoever else you want. There’s plenty of women who would line up for the chance.”

Sebastian stared at her, confused. Why was she dragging Leslie into this again? He tried to explain, “There’s nothing between me and Leslie. We just work together. You’re my wife. If I ever have kids, I want them with you.”

“Reese, this isn’t something to just throw away. You can’t just file for divorce over something so... so small.”

Reese laughed, the sound brittle and empty.

Something small?

So this was all just a minor inconvenience to him.

Her eyes filled up with tears. She wiped her face, pressing a trembling hand to her chest. “Why not?”

“You never treated me like your wife. You never defended me, not even once. Even now, all you do is threaten me, treating me like I’m some business rival, just another deal you need to close!”

She shot him an annoyed look, but just then Sebastian stormed out, his face dark and unreadable. Leslie hurried to his side, voice full of concern. “Sebastian, are you okay?”

He just shook his head, his voice flat. “Let’s go.”

Leslie quickly followed after him. As they left, she glanced back at the lounge, the faint sound of Reese’s crying reaching her ears. A flash of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.

Alan watched them leave, sighing heavily. He knew Sebastian wasn’t gonna help. Pulling out his phone, Alan called the PR department.

“Send out a statement right now. Make it clear Reese was set up by Zach. Tag Iron Financial and demand Zach explain himself. BlackOak won’t let this slide.”

BlackOak’s statement hit the internet and chaos erupted. Anyone with half a brain could see Zach was just trying to sabotage BlackOak and steal market share. People online shook their heads at the Ramos family—so ruthless they’d throw their own niece under the bus for profit.

But before the gossip could settle, Zach struck back on Iron Financial’s official account. He posted a batch of photos—the same evidence the authorities had shown before—along with a recording of a phone call that left no room for doubt.