Secret Affair

“Sebastian, I miss you so much~”

The sugary voice on the phone dripped with coquetry. Eleanor Knight pushed the prenup agreement across the table with an impassive expression.

“Sebastian Sinclair, we’re getting a divorce.”

Her voice was soft, yet it sliced through the thick air like a sharp blade.

Sebastian didn’t even glance up.

His long fingers scrawled his signature across the last page of the document with practiced ease, as if signing a check.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be right there,” he murmured into the phone before hanging up and tossing the file onto the coffee table.

“What is it this time, Babe? Another penthouse?”

Eleanor stared at his indifferent profile and suddenly found it laughable.

In his eyes, she would always resort to buying property to vent her emotions.

“It’s a divorce agreement,” she enunciated slowly.

Sebastian’s hands paused on his tie before he chuckled.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m in a hurry. Isabella Whitlock is throwing a tantrum—I need to go smooth things over.”

He turned to leave but glanced back as if remembering something.

“Oh, and next week’s my mother’s birthday. Don’t forget a gift.”

The moment the door clicked shut, Eleanor finally laughed.

How ironic.