Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 16

The blinding lights of the operating room made Annabelle Whitmore squeeze her eyes shut.

"Mr. Kingsley's orders—the procedure happens now," a bodyguard barked, his voice cold and unyielding.

Annabelle thrashed against the restraints, her nails screeching against the metal table. "No! My baby is five months old!"

As the anesthesia flooded her veins, the last thing she saw was the doctor's indifferent eyes above the surgical mask.

When she woke again, the hospital room was eerily silent.

Her trembling fingers brushed over her abdomen—now terrifyingly flat.

"Did you get the recording?" The bodyguard loomed closer, phone in hand. "Mr. Kingsley wants you to apologize to Miss Whitmore personally."

Tears splashed onto her hospital gown as she stared into the camera. She recited the script mechanically, each word cutting deeper than the last.

——

At the top floor of Prosperity Group’s headquarters, an assistant hesitantly handed over a tablet. "Sir, the video has been released."

Sebastian Kingsley stared at the screen, at Annabelle’s ghostly pale face—then hurled the device against the wall.

"Find her!" He ripped at his tie, fury burning in his eyes. "Tear this city apart if you have to! I want Annabelle found!"

——

In a dimly lit VIP lounge, empty liquor bottles lined the table like fallen soldiers. Sebastian was halfway through his third bottle of whiskey when the door swung open.

"Seb, drowning yourself won’t help." His childhood friend signaled, and a flutter of women glided in.

The most stunning one reached for his sleeve—only for Sebastian to seize her throat.

"You dare touch me?" His bloodshot eyes flashed dangerously. "Get out. All of you!"

Glass shattered as the women fled in terror. His friends exchanged uneasy glances. Someone muttered, "Annabelle’s been gone six months..."

"Shut your mouth!" Sebastian smashed a bottle, sending shards flying.

He staggered to his feet—then collapsed to his knees.

"Annabelle..." His expensive suit soaked in spilled liquor. "Come back... I’ll quit drinking..."

Outside, the club manager wiped his brow. "Should we call an ambulance?"

"Are you insane?" the head guard hissed. "That’s Sebastian Kingsley. The devil himself."

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Sebastian’s unshaven face. He fumbled for his phone, dialing the same number for the hundredth time.

"The number you have dialed—"

The robotic voice didn’t finish before the phone shattered against the wall.

——

Meanwhile, in a private hospital across the ocean, Annabelle stood by the window, silvered by moonlight.

"Miss Whitmore," a nurse murmured. "It’s time for your prenatal checkup."

Her hand rested gently on her rounded belly as she turned—the diamond on her ring finger catching the light.