Contracted Billionaire wife

l. The helicopter had landed on the hotel's rooftop so they gradually made their

sk, where a friendly staff membe

on your wedding. I'm Rachel, your personal concier

ing the lobby as if searching for someone. "Abigail, go ahead with Rachel. I

the top floor, the city skyline unfolding like a breathtaking canvas before her .As they walked down the hallway, the soft carpet and muted lighting cr

e bearing their names. Rachel produced a key card with a flourish and

from home, Mr. and Mrs. A

he dazzling view of Central Park. But as she turned to wait for Sebastian, she couldn't shake the feeling that

e minutes ticked by. She had waited long enough. Sebastian had said he would meet her in their suite shortl

on the marble floor as she made her way to the hotel lobby. She was still wearing her wedding gown. Maybe Sebastian was stuck in a

cked on a stunning lady. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a red dress that left little to the im

ling in disbelief. The woman's lips were pressed

red, and her legs trembled beneath her. She mustered every ounce

**

his chest heaving with a mix of guilt and regret. He took a step back, his ha

s," he said, his voice firm bu

ting in protest. "What's wrong, Sebastia

"I'm a married man, Sophia. I love my

air with a mocking tone. "Love? You call that love? Yo

tongue, Sophia or else I will forget about our good old times. It's

palpable. Then, with a quiet huff, Sophia grabbed him by the collar, " You betrayed me. After everything I did, I Had to let down m

"it's my wedding suit you're ruining. Better le

she screamed in pain to let him know but he left not caring or lo

s pocket, he checked the

sure you inform them I wa

ne, ending the call when he was

a cheerful smile on his face. "Hey, beautiful! Dinner is wai

s crossed, and eyes blazing with ang

confusion etched on his fa

nomous. "You know exactly what's wrong, Sebas

ust a shrug. "It's my life, Abigail. I can do what I want and

You're my husband, Sebastian. We're on our honeymoon. And you're kissing another woman

s. "Don't be dramatic, Abigail. It

ck, her anger and hurt boiling over. "Get out, Sebastian. Eat

g alone, tears streaming down her face. The door closed behind him, and she collapsed onto the bed,