All Chapters of Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Jasmine“Deep breaths, Jasmine. Just focus on your breathing,” Laura said, pacing the length of the green room as two stylists fussed over the rack of designer clothing behind her.“I can’t do this, Laura,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The heavy makeup felt like a mask, and the white silk dress felt exactly as it looked. It hugged me like a glove. “I’m rusty. Actually, scratch that—I have zero experience with this. I spent the last three years acting a different character. I don’t even recognize who I am,” I rambled on. “I don’t know how to look at a camera, let alone do an international feature.”Laura stopped pacing and marched right over, grabbing my shoulders. “Hey. Look at me. If anyone in this city can handle anything at all, it’s you. A couple of weeks ago, you stood up in front of the entire Sterling empire and basically gave them a giant middle finger on a global broadcast. Then you walked into Vance Global and put a room full of old executives in their

JasmineI didn’t even knock. I slammed Laura’s office door open so hard the glass rattled in its frame, brandishing the tablet in my hand like a weapon.“Have you seen this?!” I demanded, marching straight to her desk and shoving the screen inches from her face. “The internet has officially lost its collective mind!”The interview and photoshoot had dropped exactly two hours ago, and the media hadn’t just covered them—they had gone completely feral.“Look at this, Laura!” I scrolled frantically, my cheeks burning hotter with every refresh. “They are literally breaking down our body language like we’re a serial killer duo starring in some fucking crime show. Look at this tweet: ‘The way Sebastian’s shoulder brushes hers at 04:12? That is not corporate synergy. That is raw tension. I’m screaming.’ And this one! ‘A 4K close-up of the hand-kiss. Look at his eyes. He is down astronomical.’”My cheeks heated even further. “And, oh! Look at this one: ‘His pupils are dilating. Oh my God, I’m

JasmineThe television screen glowed in the quiet of my living room.“...an exclusive, heartbreaking sit-down with Eleanor Sterling, widow of the late Arthur Sterling,” the anchor’s sympathetic voice rang out.I sat completely frozen on the edge of the sofa. I could feel Marcus’s grounding presence behind me. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes fixated on the screen.The camera cut to Eleanor. She didn’t look like the fierce, calculating woman I knew from all my years of being married to Jason. Her hair was tied back in a low ponytail. She wore a simple, ill-fitting black dress. She looked frail. Her makeup was dull, her eyes were red, and she held a crumpled handkerchief in her trembling fingers.Right next to her sat Jason. He was holding Eleanor’s hand, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking slightly as if he were fighting back tears of his own.“I can no longer remain silent,” Eleanor wept, her voice cracking. “The public sees Jasmine Vance as a victim, but the truth wi

SebastianA few minutes. That’s all it took for her to walk out of that bedroom and completely derail my train of thought.I was staring at an old framed photo of her on the cabinet, sandwiched between her parents, when she cleared her throat, making me turn around. The words I’d been ready to say died instantly in my throat.God, you are smoking hot!That was the first thought that came to mind. But it wasn’t the only one; the thoughts that followed were far nastier. It took every last bit of restraint I had to keep my hands in my pockets and stop myself from grinning like a creepy maniac as I ogled her.She was wearing a simple, light sundress with a flannel jacket, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun, with loose strands framing her beautiful face. I felt instantly drawn to her.I took a step toward her. Then another. The distance between us shrank until I was towering over her, close enough to hear the hitch in her breathing, close enough that I was only inches away from her