Part 2His Cold Heart Has a Noisy Inner Voice

In the morning, the sound of gym equipment echoed from the fitness room.

Passing by the half-open door, I saw Sebastian working out.

He was shirtless, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement.

Sweat trickled down the groove of his spine, disappearing into the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants.

He was panting softly, his voice husky and sexy.

Even though I had asked for a divorce, he seemed completely unbothered.

Disappointed, I was about to turn away.

Suddenly, he shifted his posture.

In the sunlight, his eight-pack abs were strikingly defined. His V-line cut deep into his waistband, rising and falling with his breath, tantalizingly visible...

My throat tightened. I stopped in my tracks, swallowing involuntarily.

Sebastian got up to grab a towel. His gaze swept over me standing outside the door, and his hand paused.

Then, he casually looked away, his voice as cold as ever.

"The divorce papers... I'll have my assistant send them over."

His words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

"Okay."

I clutched my nightgown and turned to leave.

Suddenly, that inner voice exploded in my mind:

[I can't look up! My wife is wearing my favorite silk nightgown today! The hem is so high up her thighs! If I look again, I'm going to pitch a tent...]

[I'll scare her. She'll think I'm disgusting and want to run away even faster.]

[Is she really going to divorce me? Does she want me dead?]

[Or did she find out...]

I whipped my head back, catching his gaze before he could look away.

Sebastian quickly turned his back to me, but I saw the tips of his ears turning red.

Sweat rolled over his Adam's apple, down his chest, and vanished into the valley of his abs.

With his back to me, he wiped his sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"Anything else?"

Before I could answer, the voice rang out again:

[Why isn't she leaving? Did she find out I stole her underwear? I swear I locked it in the safe after I used it... wait, the lace one from this morning is still by the treadmill! I didn't hide it yet... and it still has...]

Sebastian stole my underwear?

And it still has what on it?

My eyes went wide, heart pounding like a drum.

I pretended to walk casually towards the treadmill.

Just as I got close, Sebastian sidestepped to block my view, frowning slightly.

"Anything else?"

I stood on my tiptoes, peering over his shoulder.

Sure enough, a glimpse of lace peeked out, glistening slightly in the sunlight...

"N-nothing."

I fled back to my bedroom and locked the door, my cheeks burning.

Was that really Sebastian Stone?