The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 370

“Okay, I’ll be back right away.”

Reese’s voice shook, barely able to contain her relief. All the worry, guilt, and tension she’d carried since Matthew fell into a coma finally broke, melting into a rush of pure, dizzying joy. It flooded her chest and made her eyes sting with tears.

She looked up at Sebastian, and for the first time in ages, the weight in her heart was gone. Everything felt so clear now.

“Sebastian, I can’t agree to your terms.” Her voice was steady, calm, and sure. There wasn’t a hint of doubt in her eyes. All those days of swallowing her pride and pretending to be fine had ended the moment Matthew stepped in front of that knife for her, the moment she watched him lying unconscious in that hospital bed. She wasn’t looking for someone to control her, or a golden cage to keep her safe. She just wanted to breathe freely, to feel at peace, and Sebastian had never given her that. He never could.

She didn’t bother looking at him again. She got up and headed straight for the door. She didn’t want to waste another second here. She just wanted to get to the hospital, to see Matthew, to wait for him to wake up with her right there.

“Reese, don’t you care about saving Matthew anymore?” Sebastian’s voice was sharp, almost desperate. He didn’t know what the call was about, but the happiness on her face told him Matthew was probably awake. For another man, she could look this radiant, this alive, right in front of him.

Reese didn’t even slow down. Her back was to him, her voice cold and firm. “Sebastian, the only thing left between us is divorce.”

The door slammed behind her, shutting him out completely.

Sebastian’s temper snapped. He swept his arm across the table, sending the teapot and cups crashing to the floor. Porcelain shattered everywhere, the sound sharp and jarring, just like his pride splintering inside him.

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At the hospital, Reese was almost running down the hallway. The sharp, quick clicks of her heels echoed off the floor, matching the frantic beat of her heart. Every step felt urgent, like she couldn’t get to Matthew fast enough.

She pushed open the door to his room. Her steps slowed.

Inside, everything was quiet. The only sounds came from the gentle beeps of the medical equipment. The military doctors were already packing up. The lead doctor caught her eye, nodded, and pressed a finger to his lips, giving her a silent, reassuring gesture.