The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 380

When Reese spoke, Sebastian’s eyes went sharp and cold. The air between them felt like it could freeze.

He stared at her, lips pressed into a thin, tight line. His eyes were dark with shock, confusion, and something much hotter and angrier simmering just beneath the surface.

“What did you just say?” His voice came out rough and low, strained, like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

Reese met his gaze head-on, no fear at all. There was just the faintest hint of a mocking smile on her lips.

“I said I want a divorce. I’m going to marry Matthew, and use our child to save him.” She said it slowly, each word clear and unflinching.

Sebastian let out a short, cold laugh, but his face was stormy. The tension in the room was almost suffocating.

“Reese, you really think you’re something, don’t you?”

He looked her up and down. “You honestly believe Matthew would marry a divorced woman?”

Reese’s lashes trembled for a second. She didn’t know if Matthew would marry her. But she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t keep living like this with Sebastian.

When she didn’t answer, Sebastian let out a heavy breath. “Besides, we’re not even divorced yet.”

He stepped closer. “Reese, let me make one thing clear. You’ll only leave me over my dead body.” The words came out hard and possessive. His presence felt like a wall closing in around her, his eyes burning with obsession.

“You’re my wife. You always will be. Don’t even think about being with someone else.”

Reese raised her chin and looked at him, her eyes full of scorn, like he was completely ridiculous.

“Sebastian, do you honestly think you can still keep me here?” Her voice was icy, calm, like she’d already moved on inside.

He always thought he knew her well enough. He was sure she’d never take it this far.

“When did you call the police?”

Seeing him so rattled, Reese just felt a bitter kind of amusement. Back when she went to the old house to beg him to save Matthew, she’d warned him.

Even after losing his job, Sebastian hadn’t changed. He only cared about what he wanted to hear. Everything else meant nothing to him.

She curled her lips in a cold, small smile. “Last time I came to see you, I told you I’d drop the charges if you helped Matthew.

“But I guess you weren’t really listening.”

Sebastian’s face was stiff and unreadable. After a moment, he finally remembered—she had said something like that, but back then, he hadn’t taken her seriously at all.