Claimed By My Exs Billionaire Uncle

Janevera's Pov

"Stop here," I told the cabman as we pulled up in front of my boyfriend Neven's building. The car eased to a stop, and I stepped out, a smile tugging at my lips. The cabman helped retrieve my rolling luggage from the trunk, dragged it toward me, and handed it over with a polite, "Here you go, ma'am."

I paid him, thanked him, and watched as he drove away.

I couldn't explain the rush of excitement flooding through me. After an entire year apart, I was finally going to see Neven again. I'd been forced to leave Las Vegas for twelve long months to complete my studies, and now, at last, I was finally back.

Sighing happily, I rolled my luggage toward the building and when I reached the door, I knocked, only to notice it was already unlocked.

Strange. Neven always locked his door, whether he was home or not. He had even told me he wouldn't be in today. Could it be... He was actually home, waiting to surprise me? Excited rushed through me as I thought of that.

Pushing the thought aside, I slowly opened the door, and that's when I heard it. A sound drifting from the bedroom, muffled by the thin apartment walls. He wasn't home alone.

I stepped into the living room, my gaze catching on the trail of clothes scattered across the floor, Neven's shirt, and beside it, a silky blouse that could only belong to a woman. My heart lurched painfully when I spotted a pair of red lace panties that definitely weren't mine.

My chest tightened, knowing fully well without a doubt now that Neven was with another woman and the knowledge made my heart ache.

I followed the trail, my heart sinking with every step. The closer I got to the bedroom, the sharper the sounds became, low and breathless moans that confirmed my worst fear that Neven was in bed with another woman.

"Oh yes, Neven... Give it to me. Oh, fuckk, yes! Please don't stop, please," came a familiar woman's voice, breathless and needy.

The rhythmic clap of skin against skin followed, each muffled moan cutting deeper into my chest, twisting like a knife inside me.

My heart begged me to turn back, to run, but my feet refused, urging me to move forward instead. The pains in my chest sharpened with every step, each sound from the bedroom tearing me apart. I didn't want to believe what my mind already knew, but the truth was undeniable, those shameless, raw noises. They sounded more like something from a cheap motel and not from this bedroom as I do not want to believe.