Her Forbidden Affair: The Regret of the Billionaire Husband

Susan's POV"I thought..." the driver began. "I thought she was fighting for you?"I didn't answer. I couldn't even breathe. I just watched Alex kiss her as if she were the only thing he wanted in the world."Please... tell me it's not true." My voice broke, reduced to a whisper.Rebecca slowly moved away from Alex, her lips plumped, a smug smile on her face.That smile pierced my heart deeper than a knife."Oh, Susan." Her tone was gentle, almost compassionate."You've always been so naive. I did everything I could to make you understand, to open your eyes, to make you see that Alex wasn't right for you. But you..."She burst into a dry laugh, tilting her head as if she were watching a pathetic child. "...you clung to him like a starving beggar clutching at crumbs. Blinded by your own despair."My chest sank. "You...""Yes," Rebecca interrupted. "It was me. I told Alex where you'd be. I led him here. He doesn't need to hunt you down when I'm always one step ahead of your little games

Susan's POVThe first thing I felt was a sensation of warmth, then I stretched, expecting to feel the familiar rough sheets of my bed.But when my fingers brushed against satin, my eyes snapped open.This wasn't my apartment.The ceiling above me was high, painted white with gold accents. Then the low hum of an air conditioner drifted into the room, mingling with the scent of cologne and whiskey.My heart began to pound in my chest as I sat up, my gaze sweeping the room.A hotel?I looked down at my body and froze instantly.I was naked. A stifled cry escaped my throat, and I jumped out of bed, clutching the sheet as if it were armor.My legs buckled, nearly giving way beneath me. "What the...""Calm down, tigress," a soft voice said from behind me. "You're not in the jungle.I turned around.He was there. The man from the club.Sitting casually on a leather sofa, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a glass of water in his hand.His shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing a tor

Richard's POVI stared at her, speechless. For a long second, I thought I'd misheard, but my mother's calm expression confirmed that I hadn't."You're marrying him?" I finally asked, my voice low and trembling. "Tell me you're joking, Mom.""It's not a joke," she replied softly. "Gerald and I talked. Things have changed... he's changed."I laughed, a hollow, bitter laugh that even made Vanessa jump. "Change? Change?"I repeated, pacing the room. "You mean the same Gerald Walker who threw you away like trash? The same man who left you pregnant, barely able to feed me, while he built his empire?""Richard..." she began, but I raised my hand and my voice rose."No, Mom, don't call me Richard!" “You can’t just stand here and tell me you’re marrying that bastard like he hasn’t destroyed our lives!”Vanessa moaned, rubbing her temples. “Oh, come on, Rick, stop making such a big deal out of it. It’s not that bad…”I turned sharply to her. “Not that bad?”My voice boomed through the room like

Susan's POVI picked up the phone, and as soon as I heard his voice say, "Hello," my heart skipped a beat.There was something about that voice—deep, calm, with a hint of arrogance—that unsettled me. I didn't answer right away."Hello?" he repeated, more slowly this time, his tone imbued with a nonchalant confidence that made my pulse quicken."Mmm," I murmured before I could stop myself. "Hello.""Ah," he said in a deep voice. "What's your name?" he asked."My name is Susan," I replied curtly, hoping he wouldn't ask for my last name."Really? It's a lovely name for a lovely woman." I blinked, torn between surprise and irritation. “You talk as if you’ve seen me before.”“Judging by your voice,” he replied smoothly, “I already suspected as much.”I exhaled slowly, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes. “Is this how you usually flirt with your clients?”The secretary sitting behind the desk gave me a curious look, but I ignored her.“Flirting?” he chuckled softly. “Excuse me. Shou

Susan's Perspective"He believes some matters shouldn't begin with paperwork," she said, her gaze both kind and cautious."He wants to understand you first. And…" She paused. "He wants to hear your side of the story directly from you before anything is finalized."I exhaled slowly, my pulse quickening again. The thought of meeting Richard Morrison, whoever he was, both intrigued and frightened me.The secretary continued, "But he asked me to prepare the domestic violence complaint immediately. You can take it with you, and when he arrives, he'll personally handle the divorce."I nodded, trying to take in all the information. "So, the complaint is ready?"She smiled slightly and began filing some papers. "Almost." All I have to do is print the statement and add your contact information. Mr. Richard wants this matter to move forward quickly.”His words gave me a strange feeling of well-being.I shouldn’t have trusted so easily, and yet, I had. There was something about Richard’s trust,