Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 642

But those details were simply too humiliating to speak of.

She didn't even know how to explain the situation while preserving her dignity. After all, having her so-called sister interfere in her marriage, being despised by her own husband—none of these events were exactly something to be proud of.

Her lips parted, struggling for words.

"It's alright," Tristan intervened. "If it's too hard to talk about, you don't have to."

He had no intention of tearing open her wounds.

Raelynn shot him a look of deep gratitude.

Maintaining his usual easygoing expression, Tristan chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "None of it matters. You're still you, and that will never change."

Raelynn was just about to say something.

When she caught sight of a tall, imposing figure out of the corner of her eye.

Sebastian stood nearby, nursing a wine glass as someone chatted with him.

His gaze swept over them, lukewarm at best, before lingering on her face for a few seconds. His eyes were devoid of any readable emotion, so flat and distant that he was impossible to read.

Sebastian merely gave a detached glance at the seemingly close bond between Raelynn and Tristan, glossing over their interaction entirely.

Then he turned away and headed deeper into the venue.

Utterly unbothered.

Raelynn had no desire to guess what Sebastian was thinking either. She turned back, ready to ask Tristan if she could just leave early, only to hear him say, "Grandpa asked me to bring you inside. Let's go."

"...He asked for me?"

Raelynn finally realized that there was no escaping this ordeal today.

Tristan guided her forward with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "He probably just wants a word with you. Don't be nervous."

Raelynn managed a dry, hollow laugh.

She couldn't help but be nervous.

Seven years ago, when she was still young and naive, the Chairman had already taught her a harsh lesson. The memory was still fresh, and it had left her with a clear understanding of exactly what kind of man Forrest Croix was.

Today was the welcome banquet for Forrest and Tristan.

Every guest in attendance was a prominent, highly influential figure.

The scale of the event was massive.

When she had been engaged to Cameron Croix, the Chairman had already moved abroad, so he wasn't familiar with her.

Forrest looked up at her.

His face was an unreadable mask.

Seraphina's heart pounded with terror, but she pushed it aside. She knew Forrest was a stern man; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rule the Croix empire with such an iron fist.

Furthermore.

The patriarch had invited her himself. Didn't that signify his acceptance?

She quickly smiled and raised her teacup. "Because of the child I'm carrying, I can only offer you tea instead of wine. I hope you don't mind."

As she spoke.

She cast a deeply affectionate, lingering look at Sebastian, who sat with aristocratic grace beside Forrest.

It blatantly communicated one undeniable message.

The baby belonged to them.