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You should have seen this coming—-
“Sergei?” she whispered shakily. Her hand unconsciously moved up to her chest, which had started to hurt.
“My lawyer will be meeting with you as well.”
Ah, it hurt so bad. So bad.Please God.Please let this be a nightmare she could wake up from.
“All the arrangements will be in your favor – child support, visitation rights, the primary custody of our child will be yours. I’m making this clear now because I don’t want you to think that you’ll be alone in raising the child.”
Fredericka fought back a wave of dizziness, and her hand moved down to her tummy.I’m okay, baby. We’re okay.
The billionaire shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “That’s all I needed to say.”
And then they were looking at each other.
No, he was looking at her,justlooking at her, like he hadn’t wrecked her world, and the thought of it made her...snap.
Fredericka didn’t know how she reached him. All she knew was that suddenly she was right in front of him, and she was beating his chest.
He wanted her to leave?
He wanted her to choose a house?
He wanted her...no longer?
The tears rushed down her face, and she didn’t even have the strength to hold them back. She wanted to stop beating his chest long enough to ask him to please, please tell her this was all a sick joke, but she couldn’t.
Fredericka looked up at him, willing him to tell her what she wanted to hear, but he still just looked at her and her throat tightened. “You can’t do this.” Her voice broke. “You can’t.” Her fists struck his chest one more time, but the billionaire didn’t even flinch. He simply took everything in wordlessly, unmoving, and somehow this hurt her even more.
It was as if she had lost the power to reach him at all.
Her hands fell limply against her sides. “At least have the courtesy to tell me why.” When her voice cracked, her hand tightened over her tummy.It’s okay, baby. We’re okay.“Because this doesn’t make sense.” She looked at the billionaire, unable to stop begging him with her eyes.Please, Sergei, Please.“We were okay just this morning, weren’t we?”
Sergei’s fists clenched inside his pockets.
“Weren’t we?”
He started to turn away.
Pain screamed inside of her, and she choked, “Sergei, please. Just tell me what I did wrong—-”
“You did nothing wrong,” he gritted out.
“Then why?” she demanded painfully.Why make me trust you? Why make me love you?
The billionaire was almost tempted to laugh, knowing that he could have asked her the question as well.Why couldn’t he be enough for her? Why?He remembered how she had looked at him before she left, asking him,How do I look, by the way?
How the fuck could she have even asked him that, knowing that she was about to meet Julian Alexeyev behind his back?
The pain of her betrayal ravaged him, and he said harshly, “I don’t owe you an explanation.” And this time, he didn’t give her a chance to say another word. Motioning for the chauffeur to step out, the billionaire ordered him to escort Fredericka into the car and take her to the hotel.
Looking back at Fredericka, he said flatly, “I won’t let you drive in the state you’re in.”
Fredericka didn’t answer, only turning away from him, and he forced himself to watch her go so that it would be clear to every part of him that it was over.
It was over.
When the chauffeur opened the car door for Fredericka, she suddenly stopped and spun to face him again, and the billionaire froze at the smile on her face. It was painfully, heartbreakingly beautiful.
