Sexting the Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Sarah’s POV I walked into the clinic with a fragile hope, nurtured over years of managing the fatigue, the breathlessness, and the palpitations that had long become my new normal.Peripartum cardiomyopathy had always been a part of me, an uninvited guest I had learned to live with, especially because my husband, Abraham, always reminded me that he loved me even with my heart condition. His reassurance made it easier to face each day.So when I stepped into the clinic and walked into Dr. Chen’s office, I wasn’t expecting anything drastic. Maybe a slight adjustment in my medication. A gentle reminder to take it easy. Nothing more.But the atmosphere told a different story.Dr. Chen’s silence stretched longer than usual, making the air in the room thick and unnerving. He tapped his pen against my file, the rhythmic sound echoing like a warning bell.“Sarah,” he finally said, his voice low and careful, “I’m sorry. The numbers… they’re not good.”I blinked, confused. My calm exterior crac

Sarah’s POVMy hand trembled slightly as I tapped the three-dash button at the front of her name. I didn’t just want to see her number—I wanted to know the full details of the calls between them. I needed to know exactly what had been going on behind my back.The pain that surged through me when I realized Abraham had lied—it was unbearable. He told me he had been talking to someone at work. I had believed him. I trusted him. But now, the truth stared me in the face, and it was a thousand times more hurtful than anything I ever imagined.It’s not wrong for a married man to talk to another woman. They could be on the phone for one hour or more, and it still wouldn’t be wrong. But it becomes something else entirely when he hides it. When he lies about it. That’s when it becomes a problem. A red flag. And any woman who sees such a flag better pay attention before it becomes too late.My fingers hesitated slightly, but I pressed the three-dash button again and opened the call log. The tru

Sarah’s POVShe walked in just like she was the Queen of Sheba, her shoulders held high, carrying herself like royalty. Her chin was lifted, and her face wore an obvious, smug smile that she quickly tried to mask with a fake gentleness.“Hello, Mrs. May. I believe this is our first time meeting,” she said, her voice soaked in fake sweetness.“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Racheal, your husband’s cousin. And I’m happy to stay with your family until you get better.”My heart screamed.If I laid my hands on a gun right now, it wouldn’t matter if I had never touched one in my life. I swear, on everything I held dear, I would have pulled that trigger without blinking. Because how could she?Was she not a woman like me? Could she not feel the pain of betrayal?How would she feel if she had been married for ten solid years and, one day, her husband brought another woman into their home—the same woman he was cheating with—and lied to her face, calling her his cousin?Would she have tolera

Sarah’s POV “I think your dad and Aunt Racheal is…”I wanted to lie to Cynthia. To say something to her. She was a kid, she didn’t need to understand this harsh and unthinkable truth her father just did without thinking about her being next door to Racheal’s room.But no matter how much my brain scrambled for something logical to say at this instance, it couldn’t find it.However, “quarreling.” I blurted out of my mind.Because how else would I explain to a kid not more than ten years old that her father was in his so-called cousin’s room and they were doing stuff together?I was about to pat her on the shoulder and then took her to bed, while I tucked her in and made sure she was already asleep soon, we heard it suddenly.“Yes! Love it! Hmm… yes!”Racheal was screaming loudly and no, this didn’t seem like a quarrel. By now even a kid like her could figure that out, couldn’t she?“Mum, are you sure they are quarreling?” she looked at me like she never believed what I told her. And th

Sarah’s POVFor the kind of way my little girl looked at her right there at the hospital when we were still there, I expected her to throw the food away without a second thought. I expected her to hiss and warn Racheal never to prepare anything for her ever again in her life.But kids will always be kids, right? No matter how much you think they understand the situation at play. A ten-year-old will always be a ten-year-old.She swallowed hard, looking torn. As if she knew taking the food might hurt me, yet at the same time, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was her favorite. It was obvious. Nutella and banana wrap rolls had always been her weakness.“Mum… can I?” she asked in a quiet voice, like she already knew I didn’t want her to take the food. But her eyes betrayed her. She didn’t want to let it go either.I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. Maybe if I told her not to take the food to school, it would be more about me than about her. Maybe I’d be projecting my hatred for