Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat?Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex.Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.I don’t know how the other trophy wives of billionaires manage it. But me? I can’t stay that calm. If not for my current predicament, I swear I’d dump scalding coffee right onto that bastard’s dick.I coughed again. My husband, Cary, finally lifted his handsome face from the woman’s overflowing cleavage (seriously, how was he not suffocating?) and glared at me.“Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?” he growled, voice sharp wit

Everyone froze as if turned into ice, not daring to make a sound. They would never dare mock me in front of Cary.I knew Cary—he could humiliate me, but that didn’t mean anyone could, not even his mother. I summed it up as a chauvinistic, perverse possessiveness.Cary was tall; even in a suit his presence made the air hard to breathe. He filled the space like a beast. Rick’s face had gone the color of the dead.“Cary, I was drunk. It was just a joke—” the man stammered.“Cary? I don’t remember knowing you,” Cary’s voice vibrated from his chest, and Rick immediately dropped to his knees.“Mr. Grant, I apologize. I was stupid, pathetic; how dare I humiliate your wife.” Rick begged.“Apologize to my wife, not to me,” Cary said coldly.“Mrs. Grant, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” Rick looked at me; the wound on his head needed attention. I didn’t press him further.“Just go,” I said.But Cary grabbed Rick’s collar again. “Listen. This is the last warning. From today on, I don’t want to se

I glanced at the calendar.Still twenty-seven days to go.The weekend getaway trip wasn’t happening.After that night, Cary had flown out to Los Angeles, supposedly on business.I’d barely got any sleep. He’d been insatiable in bed, and I hated how physically—almost biologically—I couldn’t resist his touch.Maybe that was part of why he thought I was his thing, so easily controlled; why he believed that when I’d blurted out the word ‘divorce’, it was just an outburst, something said without thinking. Not to be taken seriously.‘That’s because he’s the only man you’ve ever been with,’ Portia said over the phone. ‘You need to break his spell. You need new experiences.’‘By experiences, I assume you mean another man.’‘Men. Plural,’ Portia emphasised.‘I’m not about to sleep around just to find out whether I’m only attracted to Cary,’ I said.‘You can, and you will.’ She sounded utterly confident.Portia was usually right about most things. But was she right about this?Could I really do

I didn’t say a word.Cary kept a calm face, but a visible hint of discomfort tightened the skin around his eyes.His phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. It went from calls to video chats and finally to a barrage of texts, one after another, bold and relentless on the screen.‘Aren’t you going to answer that?’ I said.Cary finally reached for the phone, turned it off without checking the screen, and dropped it back onto the nightstand.He touched my forehead. ‘Still a bit warm. Go back to sleep. I’ll stay here with you.’I rolled over and shut my eyes.An hour later, my breathing had evened out.Cary picked up the phone again, switched it on, and stepped out onto the balcony. I heard his voice, low and hushed. ‘You okay? Don’t be scared, I’ll be there soon…’Then he came back inside, grabbed a jacket, and left.I opened my eyes the second the door clicked shut.I had never actually fallen asleep.I wasn’t even sure what I was clinging to anymore. Once a man’s heart changes, it’s like a fruit w

Cary quickly shrugged off his jacket and crouched to drape it over Vanessa’s naked body.Vanessa was in full meltdown, sobbing, yelling, demanding my head.‘Hyacinth, get out!’ Cary roared.Finally snapping out of his shock, Miles rushed to my side. ‘Are you all right?’I clenched my jaw, my eyes swimming with tears I refused to shed. ‘Cary, you make me sick.’I shook off Miles’s helping hand. My legs could barely hold me, but I forced myself to walk away with whatever dignity I had left.As the door swung shut, I heard Miles say to Cary, ‘Boss, I think she’s really hurt her back in that fall…’Then the door clicked closed.***‘Portia, I don’t think I can last another twenty hours, let alone twenty days. I just... I can’t stand the sight of him anymore,’ I whispered into the phone, huddled in the corner of the lift and barely holding it together. My voice shook, threatening to break.I couldn’t go back to my team looking like this, physically hurt and emotionally shattered, so I bit d