Two years later…

You were in the living room, quietly folding the last of the laundry after tidying up. The TV murmured in the background, but Sebastian wasn’t watching it — his grey eyes were fixed entirely on you from where he lounged on the couch.

A knock at the door broke the calm. One of the guards stepped in, bowing slightly.

“Sir, ma’am… someone has come to visit you.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He didn’t like unannounced guests, but he also knew better than to let it show — especially with you there.

When the grand doors opened, Elena stood framed in the light. Her confident smile faltered the moment she saw Sebastian… and your place beside him.

“Sebastian… I made a mistake,” she began.

He didn’t stand, didn’t flinch — only let the faintest smirk curl at his lips.

“You mean leaving me for him? That wasn’t a mistake. That was a favor.”

His hand slid to your waist, his eyes never leaving hers.

“This is my wife. The only Mrs. Wilson. You’re not welcome here.”

“You… married her?” Elena’s voice cracked.

“Two years ago,” Sebastian said, gaze softening for you alone. “The day you left, I found exactly what I wanted.”

Elena’s face crumbled