THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET REVENGE

The car rolled smoothly, down the long and winding driveway, its tires humming against the asphalt. But Lumi Reeves didn’t notice any of it. She was too lost in her thoughts. Her body felt like it was running on autopilot as her mind drifted in a haze, consumed by the doctor's words. "His condition is serious, Lumi and we don’t have much time. The bills... they’re mounting up, and you need to prepare yourself." She had heard them so many times, but still, they echoed relentlessly in her head, as if trying to suffocate her.

How could she pay for it all? Her father had given everything for her, and now he laid in that hospital bed, pale and weak. She felt tears prick her eyes, but she pushed them back. I have to be strong, she thought. I can't let him see me break.

The driver parked the car gently. Still, Lumi didn’t move. She barely even registered that they had arrived. Her hands rested in her lap, clutching the purse, with fingers numb and stiff.

The driver cleared his throat, breaking through the silence that had enveloped her. “Ms. Reeves, we’re here,” he said softly, his voice was hesitant, almost as if he feared disturbing her reverie.

Lumi blinked slowly, as if waking from a long, and dark dream. Her gaze met him for a moment, but her eyes were distant. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off the heaviness that weighed her down.

"Thanks," she muttered, her voice hoarse.

The driver handed her purse to her with an assuring smile. "It’ll be okay, Ms. Reeves. You’ll get through this."

She nodded faintly, though she wasn’t sure what she was agreeing to. He didn’t know what she was really feeling. How could he? No one could. Lumi wasn’t sure she could even understand it herself. She pushed open the car door, and the moment her feet hit the driveway, she felt the exhaustion that had been lingering in her chest tighten.

Slowly, she made her way forward, each movement deliberate and sluggish. The house loomed before her, looking dark and imposing, but it felt different today. The silence in the air was deafening.

As she entered the Langford mansion, the quietness struck her like a blow. It was too still, too silent. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked around, noticing the absence of familiar sounds.

She glanced at the framed portraits that lined the entryway—Henry's father in his prime, looking stern and proud; her own wedding photo with Henry, where she smiled brightly while he looked distant. The portraits stared back, at her, empty. Elena had fired all the maids months ago, claiming that they were unnecessary expenses and that Lumi could handle things herself. It had made the place feel colder, and more isolating.

She hadn’t planned on coming back today, not after the doctor’s visit. The news from the doctor had drained her, leaving no courage to stay by her father's side. She needed a solution, and fast.

That desperate need for a solution, it had dragged her back here. She had thought she would go straight to her father’s hospital room, but now... now she felt an overwhelming need to speak to Henry.

Maybe he would help. Maybe he would finally be the husband she had hoped for all these years. And maybe he could help her find a way out of this mess.

Lumi’s steps were slow, and unsure, as she ascended the stairs. Her heart pounded with worry as she climbed the stairs, and her body exhausted from the emotional weight. The medical bills flashed in her mind again—thousands stacking up, and threatening to bury her family. She gripped the railing, as tears blurred her vision. What if Henry refuses? No, he has to help. He's all I have left.

The house felt colder than usual and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. As she reached the top, she noticed that the door to the master bedroom was ajar.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity, and need for answers, pushed her forward. She pushed the door open gently, and the sight that greeted her froze her in place.

The first thing she saw was the thrusting—Henry's hips slamming forward and back, his body covered in sweat, and muscles tense. He was buried deep inside a woman beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body writhing, and moans filling the room.

Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.

The sight was too much for Lumi to process. Henry’s face was contorted in pleasure, with his hands gripping the woman's breasts as he thrust into her. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and betrayal. Her mind couldn’t comprehend it—this couldn’t be happening. Lumi’s body screamed at her to look away, but she was frozen. Her husband—her husband—was having sex with someone else.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the woman in the bed beneath him. It was Elena, his stepmother. With her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, and her face flushed with pleasure.

Henry groaned, his hands gripping Elena's breasts tightly as he squeezed them. "You feel so good," he muttered, his voice rough. "Take it all, just like that." Elena moaned louder, with her nails digging into his back. "Harder, Henry. Don't stop," she gasped, arching up to meet his thrusts.

Lumi’s breath hitched as she watched Henry bury his lips into Elena’s mouth, his body jerking with each movement, and each savage thrust. His grip on her was possessive, and greedy. He had never spoken to her like that. He had never even touched her like that.

Her thoughts screamed at her, each one more impossible than the last.

This couldn't be real. Henry had Peyronie's disease—he had told her that from the start. The disease prevented him from having sex, and from being intimate in that way. For two years, they had used vibrators. With Lumi pleasing him orally while he pleasured her with toys. She had endured the frustration and loneliness, believing it was all because of his condition. But here he was, thrusting with full force, and no sign of pain or limitation. He had lied. All this time, he had starved her sexually and now here he was, with his stepmother, doing the very thing he had claimed was impossible.

Lumi’s heart shattered, and her hands trembled as she held onto the purse, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned white. She couldn’t breathe.

Pain ripped through her chest, as tears streamed down her face as her thoughts screamed. How could he? I loved him since childhood. I waited, I tried. Was it all a lie? Her knees weakened, her body shaking with betrayal. The humiliation burned deep, as memories began flooding back. Memories of her spending most of her nights alone with a vibrator, feeling unwanted, and unloved. He had made her feel broken, but he was the one faking it.

Her legs buckled, and her purse slipped from her hand, falling with a heavy thud to the floor. The noise broke through the chaos in the room, and suddenly, Henry and Elena froze.

Their eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world stopped. Henry looked up, his eyes meeting hers. While Elena smirked beneath him, but neither of them seemed startled.