After You Betrayed Me, I Never Looked Back

Chapter 2 What a Gift

Whitney stayed by the grave all night. Sebastian didn't show up until the next morning.

When he saw how pale she was and the small headstone, he froze. "Whitney... What..."

He rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug. His voice was full of concern. "If we lost the baby, we can try again. But if something happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."

Whitney let out a bitter laugh. "Try again? You know how hard I fought to have this baby, Sebastian. The doctor said I'll never be able to have children again."

Sebastian's face fell. He stared at the ground. "I'm sorry, Whitney."

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" She pointed at the grave, her voice raw. "I waited for you. I needed you. Where were you?"

Sebastian looked up at her. "I'm sorry, something came up at work, so I..."

Whitney laughed coldly. "Something came up at work? Or was it your college girl who didn't want you to leave?"

Sebastian's voice was thick with remorse. "Whitney, this is all my fault. I failed you. I failed our baby. I'm so sorry."

Whitney stared at him, watched him grieve. Then suddenly, she was laughing through her tears.

She should have seen it coming.

The movie tickets he'd booked but never mentioned, hotel confirmations that popped up on his phone, flowers that weren't for her—all of it had been screaming at her that Sebastian's heart had already wandered.

And she'd believed his lies.

Whitney said, "You don't have to be sorry. Just send her away, and we'll pretend this never happened."

"No." Sebastian didn't even hesitate. "Brenda's just a college kid with nobody in the world. She's got no family. How's she supposed to get by on her own?"

Whitney smiled. "Fine."

She stopped holding back. She called the housekeeper right then and told him to pack up everything in Brenda's apartment and throw her out.

"Have you lost your mind?" Sebastian grabbed the phone from her, muttered something to the housekeeper, and hung up.

He shouted, "She didn't donate blood to you. So what? Why are you being so harsh? It was her choice to donate or not."

A sharp pain stabbed through Whitney's chest.

That wasn't what they'd agreed on.

"If you're going to be like this, don't blame me for going after Arielle." Sebastian's voice turned cold. "You don't want to ruin Arielle's future, do you?"

He was actually threatening Arielle's future for Brenda.

For a moment, the man standing in front of her felt like a complete stranger.

"Enough. You need to rest." Sebastian tried to guide her back to the car, but Whitney pulled out a document and held it out for him to sign.

"What's this?" he asked.

Whitney took a breath. "This is our..."

"Whatever it is, if it makes you feel better, I'll sign it." He didn't even look at it, just scribbled his name on the last page of the divorce papers.

Whitney stared at his signature—still that same bold, careless handwriting she'd seen a thousand times. It took her back ten years, to the love letters he'd ever written her—ninety-nine of them.

The last one had ended with three earnest words: "I like you."

Her eyes stung.

Sebastian suddenly said, "Oh, I picked out some gifts for you. See if there's anything you like."

A long list of luxury items appeared on her phone—jewelry, bags, watches. Whitney couldn't have cared less.

But at the very bottom, she noticed some parenting books and CDs for expectant mothers. The order date made it clear—they weren't for her.

Before she could say anything, a text came through from an unknown number.

It was an ultrasound, showing eight weeks pregnant.

Brenda: Oops, wrong person. Thought this was Sebastian.

Whitney felt like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on.

The pain was so intense she thought she might be sick. Whitney stared at the screen for a long moment, her face blank.

Then she smiled. 'What a gift.'