All Chapters of Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JasonThe last few weeks had been surprisingly calm. For the first time since Sasha’s death, I actually felt like I was picking up the pieces and putting my life back together.Victoria and I were doing better. Much better, honestly. We had fallen into a routine where physical touch had become our main language. We were having sex almost every day, and even though I knew deep down that it was just a way to numb the hollow pain I was feeling inside, it worked. It kept the noise quiet. I wasn't fighting the silence in my head as much because her body was always there to anchor me to something real.I was making genuine progress. I had even cooked dinner for the two of us at my place two nights ago, something I hadn't done in a while. She had sat on the kitchen counter, drinking wine while I made pasta, and for a few hours, we felt like a normal couple. We talked about everything that had nothing to do with our family or murder. We even had another dinner reservation booked for tonight a

LauraI uncrossed my legs on the edge of my desk, my fingers tangled in Marcus’s hair while he captured my lips and kissed me ever so softly and tenderly. He kissed me so deeply and slowly until I forgot every single coherent thought in my head. His hands were locked firmly on my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My dress rode up my thighs as he lifted me onto the table. I bit his lower lip and let out a soft laugh against his mouth when the sound of heels walking down the hallway made us both freeze.We broke apart so fast that Marcus nearly tripped over his own feet and hurriedly fixed his shirt buttons. I hastily pulled my dress back down and adjusted my blazer.I turned to look at the folder on my table, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Jasmine skipped through the door, beaming with a massive grin on her face. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes darting between Marcus’s flushed face and my slightly smeared lipstick.

VictoriaI sat in my car, my nose scrunched up as I stared at the screen of my phone. A video clip was playing on a loop. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the spectacle. It was a clip from the red carpet at the awards event. There was Jason, looking like a desperate, pathetic stray dog, begging for a crumb of Jasmine’s attention. He had literally been on his knees in front of me just days ago, clutching my ankles, swearing on his life that Jasmine meant nothing to him and that I was the only one he loved. And now? Here he was, making a complete fool of himself in front of all the guests. Videos of him were plastered across all the major news outlets in the country.I watched as Sebastian shoved him back, blocking him off while Jasmine looked at Jason with pure disgust. The photographers were having a field day, camera flashes lighting up Jason’s pale, frozen face. He looked like a lost animal standing there as they walked past him, brushing him off.I ground my teeth, my lips turning

JasmineI put my headset over my ears as soon as my feet hit the pavement. The cool morning air hit me. The sun was barely peeking over the trees, but my mind was already racing.My phone buzzed in my hand, the screen lighting up with Sebastian's face. I tapped the green button and brought it to my ear."Hello, wife," he called out to me in a deep baritone voice.My cheeks heated up. I slowed to a stop, blushing profusely like a teenage girl. "We aren't married yet, Sebastian," I teased, biting down on my lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot."Yet," he corrected, letting out a soft chuckle. "Where are you? I called the house, and the maid said you weren't in your room.""I'm out on a jog," I said, catching my breath.The warmth in his voice vanished instantly. "Where? Did Marcus go with you?" he asked in a panicky tone."No, I didn't want to wake him up so early. I'm just running around the neighborhood, Sebastian. It's fine.""It is not fine, Jasmine," he replied. "There ar

SebastianI sat on the chair outside the trauma bay, staring blankly at the shiny floor. I couldn't move. I just sat there, completely still on the outside, while my chest felt like it was caving in.I couldn't stop playing our morning phone call over and over in my head.Hello, wife.I could imagine her face so clearly in my head. The way her cheeks would flush bright red, the way she’d bite down on her bottom lip to hide that beautiful smile of hers whenever I teased her. I saw her face smiling down at me. We had a future ahead of us, a future I couldn’t wait for. I imagined her walking down the aisle toward me in that wedding dress she’d been raving about. She would spend hours talking to Laura over the phone about it, and then she would talk my ear off at night. My lips twitched into a small smile.I saw us on a beach in Italy for our honeymoon, her running barefoot in the sand. I imagined her sitting on our patio years from now, glowing, resting a hand over a round, pregnant bell