Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 539

The question came completely out of nowhere.

No build-up. No subtle probing. No peeling back the layers.

He slammed it down right in front of her, refusing to give her a single second to process.

Raelynn's throat tightened painfully, but she didn't let a fraction of a reaction slip through.

This was what infuriated her the most about Sebastian.

His instincts were terrifying. He always knew exactly where to strike for a fatal blow.

If she hadn't rehearsed this exact confrontation a thousand times in her head, she would have completely shattered under the pressure.

Raelynn let out a cold, sharp laugh. "And what makes you say that, Mr. Croix?"

Sebastian didn't miss a single micro-expression on her face. He took a slow, calculated step forward, forcing Raelynn to step back. "If she isn't mine, then why the secrecy? You've been meeting Ian privately. You have a daughter, and he's supposedly willing to take her in. If she's his, you could have easily used his influence to leave me and the Croix family ages ago. Why would you give him a child, only to stay trapped in a loveless marriage with me?"

"You're Faye. You have more than enough leverage for the Hudson family to accept you. Why would Ian and his entire family just sit back and let their daughter grow up without a mother or a proper home?"

His voice never rose. He delivered it like a clinical diagnosis.

But Raelynn's heart was hammering violently against her ribs.

She tipped her chin up to glare at him. "If she was yours, why would I ever let Ian raise her?"

"Let?"

He completely ignored the defensive pivot of her sentence and isolated the one word that gave her away: *let*.

A terrifying chill raced down Raelynn's spine.

Sebastian's expression shifted slightly.

Raelynn's voice turned ice-cold, laced with biting mockery. "We barely slept together while we were married, and you insisted on protection every single time. So tell me, was there ever a time you didn't use it? Even when things were heavy, you demanded a condom before we went any further. If we didn't have one, you'd rather walk away. Given how clinical we were, how in the world do you think we created a child?"

Her mind violently flashed back to when she was twenty years old—naive, desperate, and hopelessly pathetic.

To build some kind of connection with him, she had treasured every rare moment of intimacy.

Once, when they were out of protection and he pulled away to head to the shower, she had desperately wrapped her arms around him, begging, "I can just take a pill..."

She had poured her entire soul into Sebastian. She had completely abandoned her own dignity for him.

But...

The Sebastian of the past had merely stared at her in silence, gently pried her hands off his body, and walked into the bathroom anyway.