“I said stop pushing her around.”
Roman shot Sebastian a cold look. “All that evidence Reese collected back then is still in her hands Don’t corner her, Sebastian. Even the kindest person will fight back if you push them too far.”
Sebastian swallowed, searching for words that wouldn’t come.
So Reese had nothing to do with him being drugged that night? She hadn’t forced him into marriage—she’d actually called the police?
Then why hadn’t she explained herself?
No, that wasn’t true. She’d explained a thousand times over the last seven years. He was the one who never listened, never believed her. In his mind, Reese was always the kind of woman who’d do anything to get what she wanted.
So he’d ignored her, pushed her away, and even…
Thinking of the baby Reese was carrying, Sebastian’s hand trembled.
“Sebastian.” Roman clapped him on the shoulder. “Since we’re old friends, let me say this one last time. If you don’t love her, let her go. Don’t drag this out.”
Sebastian snapped back to the present, remembering how Reese had brought up divorce. The word echoed in his mind, leaving him restless.
Did she really want a divorce? Was she willing to walk out and leave even the kid behind?
No way. Reese was probably just upset about how close he’d gotten to Sofia lately. She’d threatened divorce before, but she hadn’t brought it up again. Had she?
Still, maybe this time, she really was done.
He hadn’t expected Dylon to short Ramos Corporation for the Eastside project, forcing Reese into debt, just to get the house signed over to Sofia.
“Sebastian.”
Sofia came up beside him, her pale hand wrapping around his arm. “I’m sorry. My mom only called the cops because Reese scared her—she didn’t mean for things to go this far.
“She never thought Reese would threaten us right in front of the police.
“I’m really sorry, Sebastian. What are we supposed to do now?”
Sebastian didn’t even look at Sofia. He gently pulled his arm away and turned to Grace, his voice cool.
“What was she looking for before?”
He’d always been polite around Sofia and her mother—never cold like this.
Grace frowned. “Some rosewood box.”

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