Goodbye Ex, A Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me

Eloise’s pov

At 10 p.m., I had just laid down to go to sleep when I suddenly received a call from an unknown number in this city.

On the phone, a woman with a clear and pleasant voice asked me. "Your husband is so good in bed!"

I was completely baffled. I was just about to ask her who she was and how she knew how good my husband was in bed.

But the call had already been disconnected, leaving a busy tone.

I thought it was just a prank and didn't pay much attention to it.

But as soon as I put down my phone, it dawned on me: if it was just a prank, how could she have known my number?

Just as I was pondering this, I received another video text message, from the same unknown number that had called me earlier.

A text message followed.

"You don't believe me? Well then, take a good look at your husband Julian’s true colors."

After a few seconds of blankness, I curiously clicked play.

Immediately, a series of a woman's moaning sounds came from my phone, sounding particularly loud against the backdrop of the quiet bedroom, which startled me so much that I quickly turned the volume down!

After recovering from the shock, I glanced at the scene. It was a typical hotel room with a large bed, and men's and women's clothes were scattered all over the floor, their pale bodies entangled with each other.

 The only way I can describe the scene was utterly obscene and violent!

I was furious. I thought to myself, who was so bored as to send me pornographic videos in the middle of the night!

Just as I was about to turn it off, a familiar voice drifted out from the video.

"Little vixen, twice already, isn't that enough?"

I felt like I'd been doused with cold water; I jolted awake and immediately stared intently at my phone screen.

"Are you trying to suck me dry?" Then, the man's face appeared on the screen— he was patting the woman's ass, saying with particular smugness. 

I was completely stunned; my limbs and body went numb!

The man in the video was my husband— Julian, who was currently on a business trip in Moscow!

As if struck by lightning, my mind instantly lost the ability to think.I forced myself to calm down and watched the video several times.

I eventually determined that the video was not fabricated. Even the shooting time in the upper right corner showed that it was taken tonight, just a few minutes ago.

In other words, my husband used a business trip as an excuse to have sex with his mistress in a hotel!

Looking at Julian’s face in the video, a face I would recognize even if burnt to ashes, I felt utterly heartbroken.

Julian had called me late at night, saying that this client was too difficult to deal with, and that the contract definitely wouldn't be signed unless he drank himself into submission tonight.

He apologized to me with deep remorse, "Baby, I'll fly back as soon as I sober up tomorrow morning. Giving birth is a big deal for you, and I have to be by your side."

In recent years, due to the pandemic, the overall economic environment has been poor, and business has been difficult. Many startup owners have lost a lot of money. Although my husband had lost some money, it wasn't too bad.

After I got pregnant, he said he had to work hard to create good living conditions for our baby, so he worked much harder than before, often drinking until he blacked out and missing his flight home, ending up stranded in other places.

I felt sorry for him constantly entertaining clients for the sake of the company's profits, so I told him not to rush and to come back after he had rested. 

I was only 39 weeks pregnant, not even my due date yet, so I told him not to worry. Looking back now, my understanding and consideration were a complete joke.

Were those days when he got drunk and missed his flight really just for business dinners?

I was the kind of person who couldn’t tolerate any flaws, so I immediately did the first thing my mind could bring up.

I called his phone but he hung up after it rang twice!

Then he sent a w******p voice message.

"I'm busy with social engagements and can't answer the phone right now. I miss you so much!"

Socializing?

So you're socializing in bed with other women?

I was filled with grief and anger, and just as I was about to call again, that person sent me a new video.I didn’t know how much courage it took for my trembling fingers to click on the second short video.

In the transparent glass bathroom, Julian was taking a shower, with two used condoms lying on the carpet.

"Babe, you're so bad. You lied to your wife again, saying you were out of town for a social event." The mistress deliberately gave a close-up shot and even asked  in the video.

"If I didn't lie to her, how would I have time to spend with you?"

"Isn't she about to give birth? Aren't you going back to be with her?"

He said nonchalantly. "What's so special about a woman giving birth? I'll go back and take care of her, so she won't have to suffer."

"You bastard, is it because your wife is pregnant and it's inconvenient for you to touch her, that you're so unsatisfied? Tonight you almost smashed her to pieces."

"She's nowhere near as good as you," Julian scoffed disdainfully. "Even if she weren't pregnant, I wouldn't bother touching her."

"Liar! You can't even be bothered to touch her, how could she be pregnant? Is the child in her belly from some random guy?"

He remained silent.

The woman then asked, "So, Julian, when exactly are you going to get a divorce?"

Julian said in a flattering tone. "Baby, don't rush, okay? It's not the right time yet. I will never break my promise to you."

The woman was a little angry. "Then tell me, when is 'right time'?"

"Wait for her..."

The video ends abruptly here.

Even though I knew it was a trap set by the mistress to deliberately provoke me, I still fell into it.

Only today did I realize that my husband, Julian, whom I have loved for many years and who has always portrayed himself as the perfect husband, has such an unknown side.

Tears streamed down my face, and my heart was breaking.

The doctor advised me to rest in bed, so he sternly told me to quit my job and focus on my pregnancy.

He would always comfort me by saying that if he cheated on me, I would smash him to pieces and paste the pieces into the walls or throw them into the sewer, so that he would never have a good death in his next life or the life after that.

I was confident that while men all over the world may cheat, my husband  would never!

My past self was ridiculous, wasn't it?