Delete My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 7

"It's nothing."

Annabelle Whitmore's eyes reddened as she stared blankly out the window.

Suddenly, the dark night sky erupted with countless dazzling fireworks, illuminating the entire city. She remembered Lillian Grayson's boastful words from earlier—Sebastian Kingsley had promised to light up the city for her tonight.

"Do you like them?" Sebastian wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "I can arrange an even grander display for you."

Annabelle forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Sebastian, I find it repulsive."

Her voice was soft, but it cut like a knife.

The man's arms stiffened for a moment.

"Then... I'll prepare another surprise," he said, tightening his embrace, his voice strained. "I won't disappoint you."

Annabelle said nothing more.

In the days that followed, Sebastian was always in a hurry.

"Madam, the master has been acting so secretive lately—he must be planning something special!" a maid teased with a smile.

Annabelle remained expressionless as she trimmed the roses in the vase.

That evening, Sebastian suddenly took her hand and led her outside.

"I'm taking you somewhere."

Her phone vibrated. A message from Lillian popped up:

"Guess who he cares about more now?"

Almost simultaneously, Sebastian's phone chimed.

Annabelle glimpsed the screen—a photo of a leg in black stockings, captioned: "Waiting for you~"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed.

"There's an emergency at the office," he said, releasing her hand. "We'll go another day."

Annabelle watched him quietly, then suddenly smiled.

That smile sent a chill down Sebastian's spine. Before he could react, she had already turned and stepped out of the car.

Three seconds later, the black Maybach sped away.

Late that night, Lillian sent another photo: scattered condom wrappers.

"Even pregnancy can't stop him~"

Annabelle calmly deleted the chat.

She began packing her belongings, erasing every trace of her existence.

Sebastian never returned.

Yet Lillian's boasts kept coming—limited-edition handbags, home-cooked dinners, ultrasound photos from the hospital...

Annabelle shoved the last piece of clothing into her suitcase.

This time, she would disappear for good.