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!”

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