Chapter 2
The woman was Ashley Webster, Sebastian’s first love.
Sebastian’s grandmother, Anne, hated Ashley. On her deathbed, she’d forced Sebastian to dump Ashley and marry Yasmine. He’d done it.
Ashley had stormed off abroad and only came back home after a while. Once she was back, Yasmine saw her on TV all the time. With awards, fame, and the whole shebang, Ashley was glowing.
Rumors had swirled about Ashley’s “backer.” Yasmine just realized that it was Sebastian.
Ashley glanced at Yasmine for a second, and then clung to Sebastian’s arm. “Sebastian, drive me home,” she pouted.
She was tiny, all doe–eyed innocence. Even Yasmine had to admit she looked fragile, like a doll when she pouted.
Yasmine’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. She knew Sebastian had never been into her own “type.”
He was smiling at Ashley, stroking her hair.
The scene felt like glass shards in Yasmine’s chest. She pressed a hand to her stomach. It still hurt.
Then Sebastian said, “Ashley, go home alone tonight. I’ve got stuff to do.”
Yasmine looked up in surprise, catching the brief disappointment in Ashley’s eyes.
Ashley nodded though. “Okay. But I’ve got a shoot tomorrow. You’re driving me.”
Sebastian smiled and said, “Sure.” But as Ashley walked off, his face went cold. “Let’s talk.”
Yasmine knew what he wanted–divorce. She pulled out the papers. “No need to talk. I’ve got it all here.
“Found the template online. Check it, then have Truman hit me up with it. I’ll sign,” she said, half–smiling, and turned to get in
the car.
Sebastian grabbed her wrist suddenly. He shoved her against the car, ice in the air. Her stomach cramped harder, but she kept calm. “What?”
“Since when do you decide for me?” he snapped. He never mentioned divorce.
Yasmine met his stare. “It’s coming anyway. If you can’t say it, I will.”
He pinned her with his gaze. Then he yanked the car door open, shoving Yasmine inside, looming over her.
The cramp tightened. She pushed against his chest. “No breakup sex. I’m on my period.”
He frowned, “It’s usually the 15th.”
Yasmine froze for a second, surprised he remembered her period. “Mandy’s meds messed me up.”
After three years of marriage, Yasmine wasn’t pregnant. Her mother–in–law, Mandy, threw a fit a few times and went all out, digging up every folk remedy she could find. But in the end, the baby was lost, gone because of those forced doses of ‘medicine.”
Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Stop taking that crap.”
She forced a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m done.”
He stared at her. “You okay?” He knew something was off.
“Yeah. Just… glad you’ll get your girl,” she said.
“You happy with it?” he asked.
No, Yasmine thought bitterly. She’d lost the bet. And it was time to pay up.
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