Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 147

Sebastian didn't immediately get into the car. Instead, he stood outside in the crisp night air, exchanging a few more words with Luke.

Seraphina confidently slid into the front passenger seat, completely ignoring Raelynn in the back. With natural ease, she pulled down the sun visor to check her reflection in the illuminated mirror, touched up her lipstick, and then casually opened the glove compartment to store her luxury makeup.

Her movements were utterly fluid. It was the unmistakable muscle memory of a woman who had sat in this exact seat countless times, a woman utterly spoiled and indulged by Sebastian. It radiated an unspoken, profound intimacy.

Raelynn offered a silent, bitter smile in the shadows of the backseat. In seven years of marriage, she had never felt that kind of relaxed ownership around him. The woman who holds a man's heart always navigates his world with effortless grace.

In that split second, the claustrophobia of sharing a car with them hit her harder than she anticipated. She began running through options in her head, wondering if she could just call another car to get to Jenna's hotel.

Just then, Seraphina glanced at Raelynn through the rearview mirror and spoke in a slow, entitled drawl. "I usually put my bag back there. Mind shifting over?"

It was a blatant power play—a display of total dominance, proving she was the true lady of the house.

Raelynn couldn't believe the sheer audacity. She, the legal wife, had already been relegated to the backseat, and now she was expected to shrink herself even further.

"If you're uncomfortable, you're welcome to get out," Raelynn replied, her tone perfectly flat as she continued to rub her throbbing wrist. "For all you know, this car is still legally classified as my shared marital asset with Sebastian."

Right on cue, Sebastian opened the driver's side door and slid in.

As Seraphina reached out, she suddenly let out a soft, dramatic gasp.

Sebastian immediately turned to her. Somehow, Seraphina had grazed the back of her hand against a decorative rivet on her own purse. A faint, barely-there scratch, maybe an inch long, marked her flawless skin. It wasn't bleeding. It barely counted as an injury.

Sebastian's jaw tightened. He turned his head and looked at Raelynn. "I'm having my driver bring another car for you. Can you make it to Jenna's on your own?"

Raelynn froze.

His voice was deep, steady, and utterly reasonable. He sounded perfectly calm, which made the cruelty of his request cut even deeper.

Her hand hovered over her own swollen, badly bruised wrist. "Excuse me?"

"I need to take her to get this treated," he stated, his dark eyes fixed on her face, his voice unwavering.

Raelynn fell silent.

The urge to fight back rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. What was the point of exhausting herself fighting a man who would soon be out of her life permanently? She quietly slipped her injured wrist back under the cuff of her sleeve, unbuckled her seatbelt without a single word, and pushed the door open to step out into the cold.

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