Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 2

Morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, and Annabelle Whitmore was awakened by a tender kiss.

"Annabelle, I missed our anniversary yesterday," Sebastian Kingsley murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. "Let me make it up to you today. How about the amusement park?"

Before she could refuse, Sebastian had already efficiently prepared everything—even thoughtfully picking out her outfit.

The amusement park buzzed with noise and laughter. Sebastian stayed by her side the entire time, never letting her out of his sight.

When she barely pursed her lips, he immediately handed her a glass of warm water. The plush toy she glanced at for a second suddenly appeared in her arms moments later.

The carousel, bumper cars, Ferris wheel—he accompanied her through every ride. Even the most childish attractions didn’t faze him.

His hand never left hers. Whenever she tried to pull away, his grip only tightened.

"Annabelle, this way you won’t get lost," he said with a smile, tying a balloon to her bag.

Get lost? Annabelle scoffed inwardly. The place I’m going is one you’ll never find.

Their striking looks and affectionate behavior quickly drew attention.

"Oh my God! It’s Mr. Kingsley and Mrs. Kingsley!" A young girl squealed, dragging her boyfriend over. "Can we take a photo? We’re huge shippers of you two!"

Annabelle couldn’t bring herself to refuse. Though Sebastian usually avoided photos, he stood beside her without complaint.

"You two have to stay happy forever!" the girl gushed.

Sebastian smiled and nodded. No one noticed Annabelle’s silence. Because she knew—there would be no forever for them.

At lunch, Sebastian kept checking his phone.

"Sorry, work calls," he apologized, coaxing her gently. "Go ahead and eat. I’ll be right back."

Just then, Annabelle caught a glimpse of his screen—a lavish castle gift effect flashing across it.

He was watching a livestream.

Her lips curled into a cold smile as she opened Lillian Grayson’s live session. The micro-influencer Sebastian had been promoting was broadcasting right outside the amusement park entrance.

"This amusement park was a gift from my boyfriend!" Lillian bragged smugly. "Mention my name for discounts!"

Annabelle’s fingers turned icy. This amusement park… was for Lillian?

The comments exploded:

"Liar!"

"Proof?"

"This place is worth hundreds of millions!"

Pouting, Lillian pulled out a property deed—her name printed boldly on it.

The livestream erupted:

"Actual royalty!"

"This is Prosperity Group-level pampering!"

"Poll: Who loves their partner more—Mr. Kingsley with his wife, or Lillian’s mystery man?"

The screen flooded with "1" votes. After all, Sebastian’s devotion to his wife was legendary.

Then, an account named [Lillian’sAdmirer] sent ten thousand yachts in a row. Dazzling effects dominated the screen.

[Of course I love Lillian more.] The comment burned Annabelle’s eyes.

Viewership skyrocketed past ten million. Lillian beamed, sweet and triumphant. "See? My boyfriend loves me most."

Annabelle looked up—just in time to catch the doting smile on Sebastian’s lips.

So he was [Lillian’sAdmirer].

Her heart clenched violently, then released, but the ache lingered.