The thought that Sebastian had made her a surrogate for Leslie was enough to make Reese’s eyes sting, but she refused to let the tears fall.
Right now, all she wanted was to tell Sebastian that she knew everything. But she couldn’t. She had to keep her cards close, had to hide the fact that she held proof he’d used her. If she let him know, she’d lose her advantage when it came to divorce.
“I really believed we could make it work,” Reese said quietly. “I thought if I just tried harder, if I was patient enough, someday you’d finally see me.”
She looked up at him, her voice growing sharper. “But what did you do? You dragged Sofia everywhere, always claiming it was for work. People called her your girlfriend, and you never bothered to correct them.
“And now, because of Leslie, you’d risk Ratcliff Global’s reputation and forced Big X and BlackOak to work together just to embarrass me.
“After all of that, you still say you want a future with me. How am I supposed to believe you?”
Sebastian stared at her, guilt and regret twisting inside him. “Reese, I know I messed up. I was awful, I get that.
“But I love you. I mean it. I love you, Reese. Only you.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Love me?”
She repeated the words, like she was tasting something foreign and sour. “Where is it, Sebastian? Where’s your love?”
She pressed her hand to her chest, her voice barely steady. “I can’t feel it. I can’t sense it. All these years, all you’ve done is hurt me.”
She took a step back, putting more space between them. She kept her head down. “Just leave.”
Sebastian felt like his heart was being squeezed, every breath jagged.
“Reese, please, let me explain, I—”
“Get out!”
His heart ached, but all he could do was grit his teeth, open the door, and leave.
The door clicked shut, separating two worlds.
Reese heard it and wiped her tears away, her gaze suddenly clear.
Sebastian, we’re done. For good.
Outside, Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, lit a cigarette, and replayed her words in his mind.
Where’s your love? I can’t feel it, Sebastian. I can’t feel it.
He pulled out his phone and called Brady. “Handle the deal with Big X. From now on, you can care of everything with Leslie. Don’t update me.”

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