Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 11

Sebastian Kingsley's fingers clenched the divorce papers so tightly his knuckles turned white.

It suddenly dawned on him—Annabelle Whitmore had probably known for a while.

That woman, always smiling so gently, had been silently watching him play his part.

"Heh..." He let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.

He had thought his performance was flawless. After every rendezvous with Lillian Grayson, he meticulously checked for any traces—perfume, lipstick stains, even stray strands of hair. He made sure nothing remained.

He had believed himself a master of deception, effortlessly juggling two women.

But who was Annabelle? She was the sharpest heir the Whitmore family had ever produced.

"What a fool I've been..."

Tears blurred his vision as he recalled the day he proposed.

Annabelle had stood beneath the cherry blossoms in a white dress, her voice soft but firm. "Sebastian Kingsley, I'll marry you. But remember—I despise lies more than anything."

Back then, he had knelt with unwavering confidence, swearing, "I will never deceive you."

And now?

When had it all changed?

Was it when his friends started bringing young models to their gatherings? When Lillian "accidentally" fell into his arms? Or was it the suffocating loneliness of the empty mansion whenever Annabelle was away on business?

Slowly, he had become addicted to the thrill. Lillian was young, beautiful, coquettish—everything poised and elegant Annabelle wasn't.

He had thought he could control it all.

But he forgot—Annabelle had the Whitmore blood running through her veins. Her mother had endured her father's infidelity for ten years before everything collapsed in ruin.

"So you were watching me act this whole time..."

It hit him then. Behind Annabelle's gentleness was cold, calculated observation. She had waited for him to turn back, but he had only strayed further.

Until the day she handed him the divorce papers without so much as a tremor in her voice.

"Why?" He had feigned ignorance.

Annabelle had only smiled—a smile that chilled him to the bone. "You know why."

Now, he finally understood.

She didn’t want arguments. Didn’t want explanations. Refused to repeat her parents' tragedy. She chose to walk away cleanly, without even the courtesy of revenge.

"Annabelle..."

Sebastian shot to his feet, tearing the divorce papers to shreds.

The white fragments fluttered like snow around him.

With bloodshot eyes, he dialed his secretary. "Find her. Tear the world apart if you have to—but bring my wife back!"

A heavy pause. Then—"Mr. Kingsley... Mrs. Kingsley has liquidated all her assets."

Sebastian froze.

She had planned everything.

Including... disappearing for good.