Semua Bab Livestreaming My Cheating Billionaire Husband: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jasmine"Can't a man just want to have a quiet dinner with his wife?" he asked smoothly, taking his seat and gesturing for me to sit across from him."Ex-wife," I corrected coldly, sitting down on the very edge of the chair. "We are divorced, Jason. I am not your wife, and this is not a date. Tell me what you want so I can get out of here."Before I could say another word, the waiter appeared with two menus. Jason waved them off with a dismissive flick of his wrist."We don't need menus," Jason told the waiter, smiling arrogantly. "Bring the lady the pan-seared salmon with asparagus. It’s her absolute favorite."I stared at him in utter disbelief. "Salmon? Jason, I’m allergic to shellfish, and I’ve hated salmon since I was a child. My favorite dish is Chicken Alfredo Pasta. You don't even know what I eat."Jason’s smile twitched slightly, but he quickly recovered, waving the waiter away. "Right, right. Misremembered. But you can't blame me for being nostalgic, Jas. I was thinking abou

SebastianJasmine and Laura froze, their eyes wide with panic like deer caught in headlights.I leaned against the doorframe, letting my eyes travel slowly from the guilty look on Laura’s face to the way Jasmine’s knuckles were white from clutching her phone."I asked a question," I said, keeping my voice calm—the exact opposite of how I felt inside. "Who’s a killer?"Laura cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other."You know what? I... I actually have to get back to the office. Tons of work to get through."She took a step toward the elevator, deliberately avoiding my gaze."Laura," I called out, stopping her in her tracks. "What is it?"I didn't look at her when I asked. I kept my eyes pinned straight on Jasmine."Since the woman I love clearly won't tell me."Laura opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.Jasmine flinched, her lower lip trembling before her face hardened into a frown."Maybe it's because I know you're going to fly off the h

JasmineMy legs were shaking so violently I could barely keep my balance as I locked myself inside the ladies' restroom.I leaned against the marble counter, clutching the edges of the sink until my knuckles turned white. When I finally forced myself to look up, the girl in the mirror looked like a stranger I didn’t recognize.A single tear trickled down my cheek. I wiped it away furiously, taking deep, shuddering breaths.I’m hurting him, I thought, the realization crushing my chest. He looked at me with so much pain in his eyes, and I just let him think the worst.I hated the secrets. I hated every single lie that had spilled out of my mouth in the past few days. All I wanted was to turn back the clock, to sit on the couch with Sebastian, pull his head onto my lap, and tell him everything—about the video, the threats, and the crippling fear I felt of losing the life we were building together. But I couldn't. If Jason released that tape, if Sebastian were to find out, if our relation

Mila“I’m yours,” I sobbed softly, the tears finally breaking free and streaming down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. “I’m only yours, Sebastian. I love you so much.”He didn’t say anything at first. He just groaned against my mouth and deepened the kiss, his lips tugging on mine. He tasted like sweet wine. His hands moved over my body, caressing every inch of me as he kissed me hungrily. His kisses wandered from my lips to my face, then down my neck. As he continued to kiss me, I realized he was deliberately kissing the exact spots where Jason’s hands had rested earlier tonight—my shoulders, my collarbone, the curve of my waist—as if he were trying to physically erase every trace of another man’s touch from my skin.He lifted me effortlessly, laying me back against the soft sheets of our bed. He pulled off my panties, tossing them aside. He caressed me all over, except for the one place that was throbbing for his touch, the one place that was soaking wet for h

SebastianI wanted so badly to believe those images were fake. I wanted to believe that sleazy bastard had used a deepfake, or that he was showing me pictures from years ago—from before me. Even the timestamp, or the dress that I recognized, wasn't enough to convince me it was real.Well... not until I saw her face. Those hazel eyes, filled with guilt. The second I saw that, my entire world shattered right in front of me…EARLIER THAT DAY…"You know, if you missed me that much, you could have just called instead of trying to die on me," I said, a teasing smirk on my lips as I pulled a chair up next to Chiara's hospital bed.Chiara let out a weak, raspy laugh, leaning her head back against the pillow. "Please. I'm going to outlive you just out of pure spite, Sebastian.""Good. Keep that energy for the doctors."She smiled softly, then looked at me, her eyes lingering on the dark circles under mine. "How's Jasmine? With everything in the media... is she okay?""Don't worry about the pre