Goodbye Ex Husband - The Real Heiress Has Returned

Chapter 5

“Where are we?” Seraphina asked, her voice hoarse with sleep as she slowly opened her eyes. The surroundings were unfamiliar, yet elegant, resembling a private lounge more than a bedroom.

In a private, high-ceilinged VIP lounge overlooking the main equestrian arena, Seraphina woke up from a long, restful nap on a soft velvet sofa. The exhaustion that had plagued her for years seemed to have finally lifted, replaced by a cool, sharp clarity.

Standing near the entrance of the suite was a tall, sharp-featured man in a tailored dark suit, his posture rigid and attentive.

Seeing her stir, the man bowed respectfully. “Good afternoon, Miss Frost. Mr. Roman is currently finishing a private acquisition meeting in the main hall. He instructed me to remain here and ensure your absolute comfort.”

Seraphina sat up, smoothing her dress, and studied the man with a critical eye. “Your name?”

“Matteo, Miss,” he replied steadily. “I have served as senior tactical security for the Frost family for six years.”

“Tell me, Matteo,” Seraphina said, tilting her head, “if I asked you to find out everything about a man named Sebastian Lloyd by tomorrow morning, could you do it?”

“I already have, Miss Frost,” Matteo said without hesitation. “Mr. Roman asked me to compile a file three hours ago. Would you like a summary now, or would you prefer to read it privately?”

Seraphina gave a slow, approving nod. “You have good instincts, you’re sharp, and you don’t talk unnecessarily. As of today, you are reassigned. You will be my personal head bodyguard and executive manager.”

Matteo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly bowed lower. “It is an absolute honor, Miss Frost. I will oversee your schedules and security personally.”

“Good,” she said, standing and straightening her coat. “Then walk with me. I want some air.”

Desiring a breath of fresh air, Seraphina took her purse and stepped out of the lounge, strolling toward the expansive outdoor paddock where elite members were inspecting purebred horses, Matteo trailing a respectful few steps behind her. The crisp afternoon air carried the faint scent of rain and sweet grass.

As she stood near the wooden fencing, watching a majestic black stallion trot across the arena, a loud, sharp voice shattered the tranquility of the afternoon.

“Seraphina?!”

Seraphina turned slowly, her posture perfectly erect, her expression unreadable.

Walking toward her was Sebastian, flanked by Vivienne, who was leaning delicately on a pair of designer crutches, and Elliot. Sebastian’s face was a storm of conflicting emotions: shock, confusion, and a mounting, explosive rage.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Sebastian demanded, closing the distance between them with long, aggressive strides. “How did you even get access to a private estate like Pan Lake? Did you track my car GPS? Are you stalking me now?”

“I was invited here by a member, Sebastian,” Seraphina said coolly. “Unlike you, I don’t need to ask permission to exist in a place.”

“A member,” Sebastian repeated, sneering. “What member? You don’t know anyone here. You barely know anyone at all outside our house.”

“You’d be surprised what I know,” Seraphina said, “and who I know.”

Vivienne put on a soft, horrified expression, resting a gentle hand on Sebastian’s arm. “Miss Seraphina, please. Sebastian is here for a critical meeting with international investors. If you’re angry about the divorce prank or the rumors, please don’t cause a public scene here. It will destroy the company’s reputation.”

Seraphina didn’t flinch nor did she yell. She simply looked at Vivienne’s hand resting on Sebastian’s suit, and then raised her eyes to meet her husband’s furious, shattered gaze.

“A scene?” Seraphina’s voice was smooth, cool, and dripping with quiet contempt. “You overestimate your importance, Sebastian. I don’t care enough about either of you to stalk you.”

“Don’t give me that ridiculous act!” Sebastian snapped, his patience snapping completely, some part of him lashing out because it was easier than facing what she had just said. He reached out with steel-like force, grabbing her wrist tightly to drag her away from the public eye. “You’ve gone completely insane! Wearing these ridiculous clothes, signing fake divorce papers, playing games with other men, you are coming home right now, and we are going to fix this embarrassing drama!”

His grip was painful, but Seraphina didn’t utter a sound.

Instead, her dark eyes flicked down to his hand on her skin, cold enough to freeze blood.

With a swift, calculated jerk, she twisted her arm with martial precision, hitting a pressure point on his wrist that forced his grip to instantly shatter. Sebastian stumbled back a full step, gasping in shock as his arm went numb.

Matteo stepped forward instantly, positioning himself half a step in front of Seraphina, his hand hovering near his jacket, but she raised a single finger and he stilled immediately.

“Touch me again, Sebastian,” Seraphina said, stepping closer to him, her voice dropping into a low, lethal hum that terrified him to his very core, “and I will ensure you don’t have a functional hand left to sign your precious corporate contracts.”

Sebastian stared at her, entirely paralyzed. The quiet, timid woman who used to fold his laundry and weep quietly in the dark was nowhere to be found. Standing in front of him was a dangerous, breathtaking queen who looked down on him like he was nothing more than dirt beneath her shoes.

“Seraphina,” he said, and for the first time in three years, his voice actually cracked.

“We need to discuss the call I received,” Sebastian began, clenching his teeth at the memory of that photo. His anger simmered, realizing Seraphina remained unshaken. How could a married woman allow another man to carry her? He ground his teeth and inhaled sharply, forcing himself to remain composed.

“We have nothing to talk about,” Seraphina said firmly, turning toward the horse ranch.

“Seraphina!” Sebastian shouted, grabbing her hand for the second time. The sudden display drew the attention of onlookers.

His grip was steel-like, and Seraphina froze for a heartbeat before yanking her hand free, causing him to stumble slightly.

“Do not push me,” she hissed.

“I understand your anger. I will explain everything. Go home for now, please” Sebastian said, his voice tight with frustration.

Seraphina let out a soft scoff.

“Look—” Sebastian tried again, but a sharp interruption cut him off.

“If you are finished with your drama, can the others get their tokens?” a man’s voice called out.

Sebastian turned, about to respond, but froze when he saw the man standing behind the speaker.

Seraphina studied him carefully. The man’s eyes were sharp and intense, cold and calculating, as if emotion rarely touched him. She looked away, acknowledging his presence with a polite nod. His aura alone signaled authority.

The man made no gesture in return, offering neither nod nor greeting. He observed her with casual detachment.

“Mr.—” Elliot began, intending to introduce him, but the two men had already passed, leaving Seraphina, Sebastian, and Vivienne speechless.