My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 262

"Sebastian, you absolute jerk!"

She covered her face, sobbing so hard her whole body shook.

She had given up everything for him, devoted herself to him completely.

And what did he do?

He tossed her aside the second he was bored, without so much as an explanation.

Mid-sob, Sienna suddenly froze.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, a sharp, cold glint flashing in her eyes.

No, she couldn't just admit defeat like this.

Sebastian was hers, and no one else was going to have him.

Who the hell did this Yolanda think she was?

Sienna snatched her phone off the couch and dialed her private investigator.

"Keep eyes on him. The second something happens, you tell me."

She hung up and collapsed back onto the cushions, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The room was dead silent.

Her mind drifted back to two years ago, to the very first time Sebastian had asked her out.

It had been raining. He stood outside her office building, holding a black umbrella, waiting for her.

His trousers were soaked from the rain, but there hadn't been a trace of impatience on his face.

When he saw her, he offered a faint smile. "Let's go. I got us a table at that sushi place you love."

Back then, she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Sebastian had been so good to her—attentive and gentle.

She thought she had finally found true love. She thought his so-called fiancée, Seraphina, was nothing more than a placeholder.

But now?

He wouldn't even answer her calls.

...

The next day.

Sienna received a text from her investigator.

...

The bistro was tucked away in an alley in the city's historic district. Unassuming from the outside, it was a completely different world on the inside.

Elegant courtyards, koi ponds, and ambient lighting gave the space an undeniably chic atmosphere.

By the time Sienna arrived, the sun had already set.

She didn't have a reservation, but her investigator had already sent her the number for Sebastian's private dining room.

As she stepped into the restaurant, the hostess politely stopped her. "Miss, do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, Room 302," Sienna lied without missing a beat.

The hostess checked her ledger and frowned slightly. "The party in Room 302 is under the name Sullivan. May I ask who you are..."

"I'm a friend of his. They invited me, but I got stuck in traffic," Sienna smiled, her tone perfectly breezy.

The hostess hesitated for a second before nodding. "Right this way, please."

Sienna followed the hostess down a long corridor until they reached the door to Room 302.

The hostess knocked lightly and pushed the door open.

Taking a deep breath, Sienna plastered on a radiant smile and stepped inside...