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Cheating 41

    My CEO husband loves dragging his buddies home for dinner. Says it makes us feel like “real family.”


    I’m setting down thest dish when one of his friends grins at me.


    “Damn, you hit the jackpot with this one, Damon. She’s got that whole wife material thing locked down. Real queen bee vibes.”


    I keep my face neutral, but throw out a casual joke.


    “Oh really? So there’s some other girl I should be worried about?”


    The whole table goes quiet.


    catch his boys shooting each other those panicked looks.


    But Damon? He justughs and wraps his arm around me.


    Don’t listen to these morons, babe. You’re the only woman on this good enough to be my wife.”


    Watching him y it off so cool, I just smile back.


    But the second I head to the kitchen, I’m pulling out my phone and called my old brother.


    Leo? It’s Nova. Damon’s cheating. Time to destroy him.”


    Leo’s quiet for three long seconds:


    Nova, are you sure? Maybe you’re reading too much into-”


    slide my wedding ring off, the diamond cutting into my palm as I squeeze it tight.


    Ten years of marriage, Leo. I personally ordered every single one of his cufflinks from Italy.”


    “But today he’s wearing some cheap stic knockoff. You think I’m imagining things?”


    You know I don’t take shit from anyone. Dig up every dirty thing he’s done and make it public. And get me the best divorcewyer money can buy.”


    Leo’s voice turns ice cold. “Done.”


    Thirty minutester, my phone buzzes with an encrypted file from him.


    The first photo makes my stomach drop:


    Come fresh-faced blonde in a white sundress, hanging off a guy’s arm with this sickeningly sweet smile.


    The wrist peeking out from his sleeve? Same wolf tattoo as Damon’s.


    don’t hesitate. Straight to his office building.


    Cure enough, minutester this girles bouncing out-long blonde hair, white dress, the whole innocent act.


    Her name tag reads “Emma ke.” <fn86f5> Latest content published on f?ndnovel</fn86f5>


    The second she spots me, all the color drains from her face.


    She tries to hide her hands behind her back, but I already saw it.


    That custom Swiss watch on her wrist.


    Last year on my birthday, I got a credit card statement from Switzend.


    A three hundred thousand-dor watch.


    And a fifty-thousand dor ne.


    The ne is carefully sitting in my jewelry box at home.


    The watch? Right there on little Miss Perfect’s arm.


    I let out a coldugh.


    Wow. Ms. ke, Your husband has the exact same taste as mine. Even got you the same custom watch design.”


    Emma starts trembling when she hears that, her lips moving for ages before she finally stammers out:


    Y yeah… I guess… guys all have simr taste, right?”


    Her knuckles are white from gripping her dress.


    “Cut the act. Emma ke.”


    “You’re the little side piece Damon’s guys were talking about, aren’t you?”


    Now that I’ve called her out, Emma’s shaking even harder, looking like she’s about to have a full meltdown.


    “Please don’t misunderstand! Mr. Hayes just had another low blood sugar episode and passed out. I was just taking care of him.”


    “His friends thought I was being sweet, they were just joking around for calling me that.”


    “I’m so sorry for the confusion.”


    Then she does this ridiculous ny-degree bow, ying the whole innocent victim card.


    If I hadn’t seen her Instagram posts showing how she seduced Damon, I might’ve actually bought this pathetic act.


    Two weeks ago, she posted a video of some guy swiping his card at a Porsche dealership.


    Her caption read: [A man’s love follows his wallet].


    That same day? I was home with a fever so bad I could barely stand.


    When I called Damon to take me to the hospital, he panicked for like half a second, then his voice got all raspy and strained.


    “Babe, I’ll have Maria drive you. I’m swamped with something urgent here.”


    An hourter, I’m in the ER with pneumonia.


    And she posts a photo lying in some car, showing off a guy’s abs covered in fresh scratches.


    Caption: [Christening the new car and you].


    When Damon finally showed up at the hospital, his shirt was still half-unbuttoned.


    He copsed by my bedside with tears in his eyes.


    Back then I thought he was worried about me.


    Turns out it was just guilt from cheating.


    Right now, I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach.


    He threw away our marriage for this basic wannabe?


    I don’t waste another second on her puppy dog eyes and head back to my car.


    My phone rings before I can even start the engine. Damon.


    The second I pick up, his voice is pure panic.


    “Hey babe, uh, what made you swing by the office today?”
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