Abandoned Billionaire Husband, Chose Bright Life
Seven years into my marriage to Sebastian, we had our first child.
On Logan's first birthday party, one of the old friends Sebastian had known since prep school rattled a little velvet cup of dice in Logan's face and laughed.
"Come on, Mrs. Forsythe, humor us. Let the birthday boy roll. A game. For old times' sake."
Logan giggled and slapped at the cup.
"If he rolls a six," the groomsman went on, grinning sideways at Sebastian, "Sebastian goes and picks Serena up from the airport tonight. Deal?"
The moment I heard her name, my blood went cold.
I turned to Sebastian.
He'd been keeping in touch with her behind my back. All this time.
He caught my eyes. He covered my shaking fingers with his and frowned slightly.
"Don't be jealous over nothing. We're all friends. It's just a ride from the airport."
And then, without quite meaning to, he nodded.
Permission given.
Logan laughed and opened his little fist. The dice clattered across the linen. A six.
"That's fate!" someone whooped. "Serena's flight lands in two hours. You'll make it!"
The room erupted. Glasses up. Backs slapped. Sebastian surrounded.
His face softened and he turned and went for the door.
Watching his back disappear through that door, I didn't do what I used to do.
This seven-year bet of mine — I had lost it, completely.