Reese never heard from Sebastian. Instead, her phone lit up with a call from old Mr. Ratcliff.
“Reese, can you come by the house today? I’ll have the driver pick you up. Sebastian is back too.”
She’d just finished cleaning her old pre-marriage apartment when she heard the authority in his tone. Her heart skipped. With Mr. Ratcliff, refusing was never on the table.
He was the one who’d forced Sebastian to man up after their one night together, insisting they get married. When her mother-in-law made life miserable, it was Mr. Ratcliff who told Reese and Sebastian to move out and live on their own. Reese still didn’t know how to tell him she wanted out.
Now, with him calling both her and Sebastian home, Reese couldn’t shake the feeling he knew about something.
The car pulled into the Ratcliff estate on the south side of Bridger Lake. In the drive, she spotted him.
Sebastian was leaning against his black Bentley, cigarette in hand, smoke curling around his sharp features. His jaw was tight—he looked like he hadn’t smiled in years.
Reese stepped out, her heels tapping against the stone walkway.
He glanced up at the sound. His eyes were cold and distant, a flicker of irritation behind them. That look made it clear—she was the last person he wanted to see.
Reese’s stomach dropped. Mr. Ratcliff must have found out about him and Sofia.
Sebastian’s voice was ice. He looked at her like she was just another problem to deal with. “Really didn’t waste any time, did you?”
Reese said nothing, just stood there facing him.
He sneered. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” His eyes dropped to her stomach. “Grandpa promised you three percent of the company when the baby comes. You think just because he’s on your side now, you can do whatever you want?”
“Remember, even if you married me, you’re still nothing to me.”
Reese stiffened, but met his gaze. “Sebastian, I never cared about being Mrs. Ratcliff.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “Didn’t care? Really?”



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