Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Sebastian“She’s completely head over heels for you, Sebastian,” Laura’s voice had echoed through my phone earlier that morning. “Stop playing chess. Just go tell her.”Those words were the green light I had been waiting for. I was done waiting, done playing the patient ally, done pretending my chest didn’t ache every time she looked at me.I cleared out her favorite restaurant—the small, candlelit bistro overlooking the river—ensuring the doors were locked to the public. Just her, me, and the soft sounds of the water outside.Now, sitting across from her at our corner table, the flickering candlelight caught the golden flecks in her hazel eyes. But something was wrong. She was too quiet. Her shoulders were tense, and she kept staring down at her glass, tracing the rim over and over.I reached across the table, my fingers gently brushing against her wrist until she finally looked up.“Jasmine, look at me,” I said softly. My heart was beating a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs.

Jasmine[TRANSCRIPT: LATE-NIGHT LIVE STREAM — @CassieVance_Official]“...I didn’t ask to be born, you know? (sniffles, dabs eyes with a tissue). I just... I grew up in a two-bedroom apartment, working two retail jobs just to pay for my mom’s medicine. And all the while, my biological father’s name was on skyscrapers. I didn’t want his money. I just wanted him. I just wanted a father, like every little girl. But now he’s gone. And when I reached out to my older sister, Jasmine... (voice cracks, looks directly into the camera with wide, trembling eyes and unshed tears) she didn’t even bother with me. Her lawyers threatened me. They told me they’d destroy my life if I ever spoke his name. She has billions. Billions! And she wants me to hide in the dark like I’m a mistake. Like my life doesn't matter. But all I’ve ever wanted was a father. Can I not want that?…”[TRANSCRIPT: THE DAILY SHOWCASE INTERVIEW]“...Yes, this DNA report is fully authenticated. It’s right here. Anyone can look up

JasmineI spent the entire drive home from the office staring out the window, my ankle throbbing lightly. I muttered my thanks to Marcus when he offered me his hand, then slowly limped into the house.The moment I walked in, I noticed something looked out of place. It took me a moment to realize the long burgundy velvet curtains had been taken down and replaced with beige ones.I let go of Marcus and walked farther into the formal living room. The second I stepped toward the mantel, my heart stopped.The silver-framed photograph of my father and me at my college graduation—the one that had sat in the exact center of the fireplace mantel since the day he passed—was gone.In its place sat a wooden frame. Inside was a glossy printed photograph of Cassandra as a teenager, smiling awkwardly in a crowded school hallway. Next to it was another framed photograph of my father.I noticed the picture of my father and me had been turned upside down. When I picked it up, I saw the frame was cracke

JasonWhen Eleanor summoned me for a “family dinner,” I didn’t know exactly what I was expecting. I had spent time thinking about what the dinner could be about, and nothing came to mind.I walked into the private dining room of Eleanor’s mansion to find Victoria already seated. The moment I strolled in, she leaped from her chair, her face lighting up with a smile as if she hadn’t seen me in years. She smoothed her dress and took an eager step toward me to greet me.I pulled back slightly, dramatically clearing my throat as I adjusted my silk tie, giving Victoria a sharp warning look.Eleanor’s eyes darted toward us. I bit the inside of my cheek, waiting for a smart reply from her, but she didn’t say a word about it. In fact, she didn’t act as if she noticed us at all. She was sitting at the head of the long table, her face beaming with smiles.“That’s the best wine, yes?” she asked the waiter who was pouring her wine.He simply nodded politely.I stared at the scene in front of me fo

JasmineThe moment the grand front doors closed behind Sebastian, my heart skipped a beat.Cassie was still standing near the edge of the sofa, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched so hard I thought her teeth might shatter. The sweet, innocent little sister act was completely gone. Now she was staring me down with eyes that could kill.I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I didn’t scowl; I didn’t limp dramatically, and I certainly didn’t acknowledge the scowl on her face.Instead, I casually adjusted the strap of my shoulder bag, hummed a quiet tune under my breath, and walked right past her toward the kitchen as though she were nothing more than an invisible ghost. I knew she was raging with anger on the inside. She wanted a fight. She needed me to yell, snap, or throw a fit so she could whip out her phone, record it, and spin another sob story for her social media followers.Starving her of that drama was the sweetest form of torture.By the time I