The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 369

Sebastian pressed the attack. "What kind of bond? Do you even know her at all? Do you know what food she likes? What she hates? What time she goes to sleep, or when she wakes up in the morning?"

The rapid-fire questions sliced through the air like daggers.

"Do you know why she prefers to grow roses over any other flower? Do you know where she finds the inspiration for her jewelry? Do you have any idea what her face looked like every time your latest scandal plastered the tabloids?"

Christian's face drained of all color.

He didn't know.

He knew absolutely nothing.

Sebastian watched him suffer, then let out a soft sigh.

"Mr. Lancaster," he said quietly. "You were her husband for three years, and you never once tried to discover who she actually was. Now she's gone, and you're here playing the devoted ex. What's the point?"

Christian's breathing turned shallow and erratic.

Sebastian watched him, then suddenly shifted gears with lethal precision.

"Oh, by the way, let me ask you something."

Christian stared at him, defenseless.

A darkly amused smirk curled onto Sebastian's lips.

"Are you absolutely certain those two children are even yours?"

"Or do you just enjoy raising other men's mistakes?"

Christian's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

A coppery, metallic taste suddenly surged up his throat.

It was blood.

He swallowed hard, forcing it down.

But the words had already lodged themselves deep in his chest like a serrated blade, impossible to pull out.

"You..."

He tried to fire back, but his vocal cords completely failed him.

Sebastian looked at the broken man in front of him and slowly shook his head.

He turned sideways, brushing past him as he finally stepped out of the elevator.

As he passed Christian, he paused.

"Christian," he murmured, his voice deadly calm. "Once you lose someone, they're gone. Stop intruding on her life."

Without another word, he walked away.

Lance hurried to follow his boss.

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Christian stood completely paralyzed in the middle of the lobby.

The bile in his throat continued to rise.

He couldn't keep the metallic sickness down.

He violently slapped his hand over his mouth.

A violent cough wrecked his frame.