The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 94

Neal’s cigarette wasn’t even lit before Sebastian started flipping through the files, loud and impatient.

Neal glanced over. Sebastian’s jaw was so tense it looked like it could snap, his profile even sharper in the car’s shadow.

“What’s up with you?” Neal slid the cigarette pack back into his pocket and bumped Sebastian’s arm. “Who’s got you all worked up today?”

Sebastian looked up, his gaze dark and cold, like a frozen lake. “That night. The drug. It wasn’t Reese.”

His voice was barely above a whisper. “She didn’t marry me because she wanted to.”

Neal almost dropped his cigarette. His eyes went wide. “Wait, what? You sure?”

Everyone had always said Reese had done whatever it took, drugged Sebastian, just to marry into the Ratcliff family. And Sebastian had kept his distance after the wedding, like he believed it too.

“If it wasn’t her, then who? Who in Bridger Lake would dare mess with you?”

Sebastian tapped the file in his lap. “I don’t know.”

“I had people look into it. Only found the hotel server from back then, but he left years ago. No way to find him now.”

“That’s it?” Neal thumped his chest. “Give me whatever you have. If he’s still alive, I’ll track him down in three days, tops.”

He shot Sebastian a strange look. If Reese never wanted to marry him, shouldn’t he be happy to call it quits? What was he so upset about?

Before he could ask, Leslie slid into the back seat. Her white suit was a little dusty, and her usual bright smile was barely there.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

Neal looked back. “You’re finally home—shouldn’t we go out and celebrate tonight?”

“Sorry, I probably won’t have time.” Leslie tried to smile. “BlackOak turned down the deal.”

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