All Chapters of Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JasmineI spent twenty minutes bent over the toilet, throwing up everything I had eaten since yesterday. My stomach hurt so badly that by the time I was done, I could barely stand. I managed to pull myself up, rinse my mouth at the sink, and take two antacids from the medicine cabinet, hoping they'd settle my stomach.Unfortunately, they didn’t do much. An hour later, I was still lying on the couch in my robe, with my head resting against the cushions as I tried to ignore the awful feeling in my stomach.Mrs. Gable, our elderly housekeeper, came into the living room carrying a stack of fresh towels. She was about to walk past when she noticed me lying on the couch.“Oh, sweetie, you don’t look good at all,” she said, setting the towels on the table. “Are you sick?”“My stomach has been giving me hell since this morning,” I complained, pressing a hand against it. “I’ve been throwing up, and I took some medication about an hour ago, but nothing’s working. I don’t know if it’s something

NinaI barely made it out of the house on time. I grabbed my bag from the kitchen counter, locked the front door behind me, and hurried to the bus stop. My head was already pounding, and the day hadn’t even started.When I got to Saint Jude’s, I swiped my badge at the front desk and clocked in at exactly 7:00 AM. Instead of going straight to the nurses’ station to collect my assignment sheet, I made my way down the east wing corridor.I stopped outside Room 204 and peered through the small glass window on the door.Leo was fast asleep in his hospital bed, his small body almost disappearing beneath the white sheets. He looked so weak. The dark circles under his eyes had gotten worse, and his skin was pale and dry from the chemotherapy. It hurt to see him like this, especially when there was so little I could do to make things better.I quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Moving closer to his bed, I reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. He stirred a litt

JasmineSebastian leaned closer to the ultrasound screen, his chocolate eyes shining with excitement as he stared at the tiny figure moving across the screen.“Look at his teeny-tiny feet, Jas,” he whispered in awe. His lips curved into a smile. “Oh my God, look at them! He is going to be such a tall boy!”I laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “He? How do you know it’s a boy?” I countered. “That’s clearly a girl,” I whispered.He turned to me, looking unconvinced. “You think so?”“I know so.”The doctor chuckled from beside the ultrasound machine. “Would you two like to know the sex?”“No!” we chorused together.We looked at each other and burst out laughing.“No, thank you,” Sebastian added, shaking his head. “We want to be surprised.”“Speak for yourself,” I teased, turning back to the screen. “I’m already right, so I don’t need to know.”“Oh, you’re very confident for someone who is surely going to lose. Do you want to bet on it?”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. Neit

EleanorI sat in the back seat of my car, staring out the window, my lawyer’s voice coming through the car speakers. I didn’t care what he was saying. Today had been another brutal lashing in court. The prosecution had brought in a financial forensic specialist whose testimony tore through my defense line by line, and my attorney hadn’t even been able to offer a decent rebuttal.Worst of all was the jury. I had looked at their faces while the numbers were being read. I saw the judgment in their eyes. I knew what their verdict would be before the trial even ended. They hated me. They hated women like me, women who had power, women who looked like they were above the rules. They were going to send me off to prison unless I did something about it. Which was why I was here…“Driver,” I said quietly, interrupting my lawyer on the speakerphone. “Stop the car up ahead.”Across the street, on the pavement, Jasmine was jogging at a steady pace. She wore an oversized grey hoodie with the hood p

SebastianThe drive to Saint Jude’s took less than fifteen minutes, but it felt much longer. Beside me, Marcus kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel.Soon, we walked through the doors of the hospital, stopping at the records desk, where a young nurse was busy typing on a computer. She looked up, her eyes widening slightly when she saw us. Her gaze lingered on me, looking me over from head to toe before she swallowed and lowered her gaze.“Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked, her voice softening.“We’re here to see Leo Simmons,” Marcus said, keeping his tone even. “Room 204.”The nurse frowned. “Leo? Visiting hours for non-family ended an hour ago. And besides, Nina didn’t leave anyone on his approved visitor list.”“We’re close friends of Nina’s,” Marcus said smoothly, leaning slightly over the counter. “She asked us to check in on him.”She hesitated, glancing at me again before sighing.“He’s been completely unresponsive all afternoon. You really shouldn’