Betrayed By Husband, Saved By Aloof CEO

“Your mole… it’s beautiful,” the man murmured huskily, his fingers circling the small black dot on the woman’s breast—so tiny it was almost unnoticeable.Their naked bodies were tangled beneath the sheets, breaths uneven, hearts racing. Whether it was the alcohol coursing through their veins or a hunger neither could explain, they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.Without warning, he moved again, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. His hand never left the breast with the mole, as though it anchored him there. Soon, their bodies stilled, pleasure crashing over them in waves.And then it happened again.And again.They didn’t stop until exhaustion claimed them both, dragging them into a deep, unthinking sleep.Lovett Lice had never experienced release in her two years of marriage.Not until tonight.And not with her husband.After the breathless encounter, the two strangers lay entwined on the bed, fast asleep.***Four hours later.Lovett stirred.Her lashes fluttered open, and

“That’s the divorce agreement,” Kennedy said coldly. “I’ll inform the media that you were the one who initiated the divorce—just to save your face. Although, there’s really no need. Our wedding was discreet. The divorce will be the same.”Lovett’s fingers trembled around the brown file.“I won’t be paying alimony—you already have more than enough money,” Kennedy continued without remorse. “But I’ll still act like a gentleman and give you something reasonable.”He paused, then added flatly, “You can’t have this house. This will be my family’s home. Amy loves this place.”Every word stabbed Lovett like poison.Her chest heaved violently. She hadn’t known a person could endure this much pain without collapsing.Ashley, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally spoke.“Just as Kennedy said, Lovett,” she said gently, her voice laced with sympathy. “It would’ve been improper for him to reject your proposal back then. And about him and me… it just happened. We fell in love. Lo

***Two weeks later.When Lovett Larson opened her eyes, she was greeted by a blinding white light.She squinted and blinked repeatedly until her vision adjusted. White walls. White curtains. White sheets.A fragile happiness bloomed in her chest.Heaven.She must have made it.Her grandfather… her mother… they would all be here.Tears welled in her eyes.“You’re awake.”The voice shattered her fragile illusion.Lovett turned her head slowly and saw a man approaching, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. He placed a hand gently on her forehead, checking her temperature.Her gaze followed his every movement.Is this God? she wondered weakly.“Can you hear me?” he asked calmly.She nodded.“Can you see me clearly?”She nodded again.He released a quiet breath of relief.Lovett frowned.Her throat felt dry, glued shut. It took effort to swallow before she could speak.“Who… are you?” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.The man hesitated. “You’ve been unconscious

About an hour later…“Five months’ pay. That’s what you’ll lose over this mess.” Alexander Hudson unbuttoned his tuxedo as he settled into the backseat of the car.Gerald swallowed hard and hurried into the driver’s seat.By the time they reached the airport, the flight the woman had booked had already taken off.She was gone—vanished without a trace.The drive back to the company was suffocatingly silent. Gerald stole a glance at his boss through the rearview mirror and shivered.“Er… Boss,” he ventured carefully, “she might not be gone for long. Besides, we’re not even certain she’s the one we’re looking for. I can still track where she’s headed—”Alexander said nothing. His face was blank, unreadable.For what it was worth, his assistant wasn’t wrong. She might not have been *that* woman.A few seconds passed.“Cease the search,” Alexander muttered darkly.“…”Gerald wanted to argue, but he knew better. He had already screwed up—twice—today.“Yes, sir.”When Alexander returned to h

Robotically, Lovett began to turn her head.Had she moved even a fraction closer, her lips would have crashed straight into the man’s.She froze.It was late. The car was cloaked in darkness, save for a thin beam of streetlight filtering through the window—casting its glow over her face.She couldn’t see his features.But the silhouette… the build… the presence—Lovett was certain of one thing.This man was devastatingly handsome.And that voice—“Is your tongue tied?” His pleasant tone sounded again, this time edged with unmistakable irritation.Perhaps it was because she hadn’t been this close to a man in years. Or perhaps there was simply something wrong with her.But his voice was doing strange things to her body.Her heart thundered wildly as her gaze drifted downward.That was when she realized—There were two strong thighs beneath her.She wa