The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 52

This was the first time Sebastian had ever seen Reese this furious. The woman in front of him had eyes rimmed red with anger. She’s nothing like the quiet, gentle person he remembered. In a strange way, it was almost intriguing.

Reese pulled her hand out of his grasp and stopped paying him any attention. She bent over and kept digging through the wooden box.

Sebastian pressed his tongue to his sore cheek, frowning. "If you keep making a scene, it's going to get ugly for everyone. Tell me what you're looking for—I'll have someone get it for you."

"I don't need your fake sympathy."

Her voice was rough, almost broken. "Ever since you teamed up with my uncle and sold this place to Sofia, every word out of your mouth has been nothing but lies to me."

Sebastian's eyebrows drew together, like her words bothered him, but his tone stayed cool. "I just promised Dylon I'd help him with the Eastside project. How he convinced you or what he did—I didn't ask and I don't care."

"Of course you don't." Reese let out a sharp, bitter laugh that sounded like shattered glass. "In your eyes, I'm probably not even worth as much as some stray dog on the street."

Sebastian didn't respond, just watched her with that blank look, like she was a little kid throwing a fit.

"Mom, whose photo is this?" Sofia's voice floated down from the attic. "Mom, look! Who is this? She's so pretty!"

Reese froze. She looked up, suddenly remembering—her mother's portrait was up there in the attic.

She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the living room. She couldn't let Sofia and Grace touch her mother's photo.

But Sebastian grabbed her wrist. His voice was as cold as ever. "Stop it. Let me take you home."

"Let go!"

Reese tried to pull away, but his grip was like steel. No matter how she twisted or struggled, he wouldn't let go. All she could do was stand there, tense and helpless, listening to the noises coming from upstairs.

Then came Grace's voice, dripping with disgust. "What's so great about that? Just throw it away! Keeping pictures of dead people around is just bad luck."

"Okay," Sofia replied, her voice sweet and fake, cutting right through Reese.

A second later—a loud crash.

The sharp sound of glass breaking exploded in the courtyard.

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