Reborn as the Billionaire’s Secret Affair Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
The moment Sebastian Sinclair left, Eleanor Knight’s phone lit up. A video call request
from Lucas Chase ashed on the screen. She took a deep breath before answering.
On the screen, the young man stood in the kitchen, wearing a loose white shirt. Sunlight
streamed through the window, casting a glow around him. His tousled bangs swayed
slightly as he chopped vegetables, his long lashes casting delicate shadows under his eyes.
“Babe, is the divorce nalized?” His voice was bright, laced with a hint of playful pleading.
Eleanor unconsciously pressed her lips together. Even though she was ve years older, her
heart still raced whenever she faced that face of his. No wonder all the girls at his
university were obsessed with him.
“The agreement is signed,
” she said softly. “One more month, and it’ll be completely
over.”
Lucas’ lips curled into a smirk, though his eyes darkened. “Then for this month, you’d
better stay faithful to me, babe.” He paused, his tone teasing yet rm. “I’ll be checking.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Eleanor’s ears burned as she feigned annoyance.
Suddenly, he leaned closer to the camera, lowering his voice. “Babe, I’m only young in
age…” He deliberately dragged out the words, his gaze suggestive. “Other places? Not so
small.”
Flustered, Eleanor quickly cut him o, coaxing him for a while before nally hanging up.
She pressed her hands to her warm cheeks. This boy was perfect in every way—except for
his relentless irting.
The next day, she deliberately bought a calendar. From then on, the rst thing she did
every morning was tear o a page. October 1st to the 10th—Sebastian never came home
once.
But she knew where he was. That intern, Isabella Whitlock, ooded her social media with
their date photos—luxury restaurants, private golf courses, mountaintop mansions… For
once, Sebastian had actually stayed with the same woman for three whole months.
The funniest part? Isabella had even added her on social media. All those thinly veiled
boasts were laughably transparent. Eleanor couldn’t care less. They were getting divorced
—why would she care?
In her free time, she thoroughly cleaned the house. Every gift she’d ever given Sebastian
—the carefully chosen ties, the limited-edition watch she’d queued all night for, the
handmade shoes she’d scoured the city to nd—all went straight into the trash.
Along with them, she threw away every expectation and shred of sincerity she’d ever
invested in this marriage.
On the thirteenth night, Sebastian nally returned. He stood in the middle of the living
room, frowning at the noticeably emptier space.
“Where are my things?” he asked.
Eleanor didn’t look up from her magazine. “Thrown out.”
“I paid for those,” he said, irritation creeping into his voice.
“Which is why I can throw them out if I want.” She nally met his gaze. “It’s not like
you’re home to use them anyway.”
Sebastian assumed she was jealous and casually sat beside her. “We agreed, didn’t we?
Open relationship, no real feelings. Are you getting attached now?”
That same old excuse. Eleanor scoed and closed the magazine, ready to leave.
Sebastian grabbed her wrist, pulling a gilded invitation from his suit pocket. “Don’t be
mad. Come to the auction with me tomorrow. Buy whatever you want, hm?”