Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband

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r asked in a thick French accent, tilting the bottle. "Mr. Ster

utes late. It wasn't the first time, but tonight was very speci

I said, forcing

ending to be amazed by Jason's upper-middle-class lifestyle, letting him believe he was introducing me to a world I couldn't otherwise afford. It turned sour the moment I looked around the room.

sessed with each other. We married within six months. Today was supposed to be our third anniversary. We sh

her that they were almost touching noses. I stared at them with

a quick, hopeful flutter as I grabbed my bag. I expect

Jason. It was a

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of nausea hit me. My head spinning, I swept a panicked glance around the dining room, terrified that someone was watching me, laughing

could barely hold it. This can't be real, I told myself. Jas

stood up, abandoning the bubbling champag

behind my eyes. My grip on the steering wheel was trembling, the tires screeching as the car vee

ll and accepted a vow of poverty to prove I loved a man who was currently throwing me away like trash. I had endured hi

to the Sienna Suites, I

the reception desk and mumbled the words, half-ex

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rilliant, rehearsed smile that sent a shiver down my spine. It felt surreal, as though I had steppe

ng a sleek black card across the counter. "Our guest

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hand and hurried toward the elevator. The ride up was dead si

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avy, familiar groan. I knew that groan. I had heard it a thousand times in the dark of our own

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bout. Every time I had brought her up, Jason had sco

eps forward, my heels making no sound against the soft, plush

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his pants pulled down around his thighs. They hadn't even had the decency to fully

de him. The sickening wet sounds filled the room. I couldn't see her face, but Jason's face was framed p

of betrayal, rage, and grief tightened around my throat, choking out

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till. The violent shaking in my hands stopped entirely. The cha

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ce smoothed into a flawless, emotionless mask. Slowly, cal

hing couple perfectly in the lens, and hit the but