Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 13

The phone screen lit up, revealing a photo of a disheveled bed that instantly caught Sebastian Kingsley's attention.

Bang!

He hurled the phone against the wall, the screen shattering on impact.

"Lillian Grayson!"

The name tore from his lips like a curse, laced with icy venom. The temperature in the office seemed to plummet, the air thickening with tension.

His long fingers tapped out a frigid message on the keyboard:

"I recall warning you—Annabelle was never to know about us."

The moment the message sent, the phone rang.

"Annabelle Whitmore, you’re quite the actress, aren’t you?" Lillian’s mocking laughter dripped through the receiver. "You even mimic Sebastian’s tone perfectly."

She paused, her voice sharpening to a venomous edge.

"Know your place and get out of the Kingsley household! I’m carrying his child. When he marries me, don’t embarrass yourself with tears."

Silence. Dead, suffocating silence.

A flicker of unease pricked at Lillian, but she quickly steeled herself.

"What? Too heartbroken to speak? Sebastian doesn’t love you—"

"Finished?"

Sebastian’s deep voice struck like a hammer, crushing her bravado in an instant.

"Y-You… Sebastian?" Her voice cracked.

"Who gave you the right," each word was laced with lethal frost, "to speak to Annabelle like that? Clearly, I’ve been too lenient with you."

Lillian’s hand trembled, the phone nearly slipping from her grasp.

"N-No, that’s not—" Her tone shifted instantly, tears springing on cue. "Mrs. Kingsley insulted me first! I was just… I was hurt—"

Her sobs came in broken gasps, but they no longer stirred any pity.

Click.

The call ended with brutal finality.

Thirty minutes later, Lillian’s phone was confiscated. The screen still displayed the unread messages she hadn’t deleted—hundreds of vile texts, dozens of intimate photos.

Sebastian stared at the evidence, his knuckles whitening.

Crack.

The phone shattered in his grip, glass shards embedding into his palm. Blood dripped between his fingers, yet he felt nothing.

So this was what Annabelle had endured every day for weeks…

His heart twisted as if gouged out, pain forcing him to double over. How had she endured it—that woman who always smiled so gently at him?

His reflection in the office window showed a face drained of color, eyes swirling with a storm of fury.

It was time someone paid the price.