Semua Bab Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Bab 61 - Bab 70

EleanorI reclined in the cold leather seat of my Mercedes as my driver drove through the city streets. I stared out the window, watching the city pass by, but my mind was miles away.This whole mess was Jason’s fault. If he had never met Jasmine in the first place and had ended things with her as badly as he did, I wouldn’t be bothered with any of this. I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.Every major media outlet was buzzing with reports of Cassie’s arrest. There were different versions of the story—some were plain lies, but who knew? The media was having a field day with it. I didn’t know the full details of what had happened, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the press or the authorities tried to tie her directly to us. The thought of officers pulling up to my gates to arrest me left a bitter taste in my mouth.I couldn’t just sit back and wait to be ruined.So I acted.I paid off half a dozen people to set up this meeting, the money running into thousa

JasonI woke up with her name on my lips, my chest heaving. Memories of the dream I had just had about her came rushing back. At this point, I wasn’t sure what was real anymore.It happened almost every morning now. In the darkness before dawn, she was still mine. I could still feel the warmth of her skin against mine, hear the soft way she used to breathe against my collarbone, and feel her fingers tangled in my hair.I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. I closed my eyes and let the memory take over, dragging my thumb slowly up and down my erect dick, pretending it was her touch—that she was here, caressing me. The friction was building, my pulse racing. I sucked in a deep breath, but then I lost it. It wasn’t her hands, and she wasn’t here.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, the screen blindingly bright in the dark. I typed quickly, opening the browser and pulling up images of her.For a second, it worked. Photos

JasonI stood at the entrance of the ballroom and let the heavy doors close behind me with a loud thud.The room was decorated in white and gold for the family’s annual foundation gala. All the guests, who were close family and friends, wore white-and-gold dresses and suits. I showed up in a dark charcoal suit with a black silk shirt and no tie. Sasha, the receptionist from the spa, was on my arm, her fingers digging into my suit. We had hit it off only recently, gone on one date, and now she was set to meet my family.She had on a dark crimson dress with a diamond jewelry set I had given her on our first date. We both looked entirely out of place among the sea of guests dressed in white and gold.Every eye in the front row turned toward us. The chatter died down instantly."Jason, everyone is looking," Sasha whispered. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, taking everything in as the guests kept staring at us. She tightened her grip on my arm. "Maybe... maybe I should just go. I

JasmineI stood in the doorway, staring at him.Looking at Jason now, it was hard to find the man I had first fallen for. The Jason I married was the picture-perfect heir to an empire. Every strand of hair on his head was combed into place, always impeccably dressed in tailored suits or soft cashmere sweaters, looking like he’d stepped off the pages of a magazine. He had this effortless charm about him that made it easy to fall for him.Now, his sandy blonde hair was overgrown, falling messily over his forehead, and dark stubble covered his jawline. He looked disheveled.This penthouse had once been our sanctuary. When we were here—just the two of us—those were the best moments of our marriage. He was always attentive and doting. But the moment we went back to his family’s estate, he vanished. Eleanor and Victoria made my life a living hell every single day, and Jason just stood there, watching silently, never lifting a finger to defend me."Jasmine… Jasmine…" he called out, his voice

JasmineI sprinted down the corridor, my hands shaking so violently that I could barely press the elevator button. The doors slid open, and I threw myself inside, leaning against the mirrored wall as the lift descended.The second I reached the lobby, I kept my head down, hurrying past Peggy and out into the cool afternoon air. I slid into the back seat of the town car, pulling the door shut, and completely collapsed.I broke into a sob immediately. I desperately wiped at the tears in my eyes, trying to stop them, but they just kept coming. I grabbed a napkin from the side pocket and scrubbed at my mouth—harder and harder, dragging it over my skin until my lips felt bruised and raw. I wanted to scrape the memory of Jason’s mouth off my skin. I wanted to scrub myself until there was nothing left of his touch."Everything alright, Miss Jasmine?" the driver asked gently, eyeing me in the rearview mirror."I'm fine," I choked out, forcing my voice to steady. "Just... take me home, please.