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The Billionaire and the Waitress

The Billionaire and the Waitress

Emily Briet

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In the vibrant heart of New York City, billionaire CEO "Liam Carter" appears to have it all-wealth, success, and a seemingly perfect marriage. But when he gets home early and finds his wife, Charlotte, having an affair with the Antagonist Jonathan Blake, everything changes. Betrayed and heartbroken, Liam's world falls apart. Seeking comfort, Liam finds a surprising connection with Saunders Sydney, a determined waitress who dreams of a better life. Their chemistry ignites one fateful night at a bar, offering Liam a glimpse of hope in his darkest hour. Yet danger looms. Jonathan, determined to dismantle Liam's empire, becomes a formidable threat. The stakes are even higher when Liam gets a critical call concerning his daughter Emily. Liam is forced to face his past and make a decision because of his conflicting emotions for Saunders and the turmoil brought on by Charlotte's betrayal. Liam needs to make a decision that could change his life as their relationship grows closer: will he choose to accept the lady who has given him a new life, or will the ghosts of his past haunt him forever? Will Liam have the fortitude to stand up for love and family when time is running out and secrets are about to blow up, or will he lose all he cherishes?

Chapter 1 Charlotte Betrayed Billionaire Liam

***The Unexpected Betrayal***

I was very eager to get back as quickly as possible night to surprise my beautiful wife Charlotte. The work journey to Chicago had gone amazingly well. Following a shockingly significant time frame of ludicrous social events, framework get-togethers, and a useful programming goodbye with a party of Presidents, I was prepared to relax.

The arrangement we shut was unbelievable for my affiliation - Carter's Software - and it ought to have been a period of cheerfulness. In any case, I zeroed in on something more private and ardent.

I expected to surprise my beautiful wife, Charlotte. We had been far off lately, getting the ball truly moving in our universes. I was constantly going to work, and she... without a doubt, I wasn't certain what kept her clamoring nowadays. We didn't talk like we used to; nevertheless, I ascribed it to the sales of life. Considering that, I chose to get back a day sooner than coordinated.

No fair notice. No call. Just me, appearing at the doorway with a great deal of roses and the goal to revive whatever had been creating some distance from us. I grinned to myself as I imagined her face when she saw me. I imagined her tossing her arms around me, laughing, charmed to have me home. We'd go during that time together, reconnecting, perhaps arranging an unconstrained completion of-week escape. Just us. The ride from the air terminal to our home felt like it was expected until the end of the speculation.

The driver tried to have a casual discussion; regardless, my brain was elsewhere. I continued to replay recollections of when things between Charlotte and me were great. Precisely when we were unable to keep our hands off one another.

Precisely when she'd message me during social gatherings just to let me know she missed me. Not for all time put in a position to bring that back. At last, we pulled up to the house. Our home - a colossal, current home in the focal point of the city.

The sort of spot a huge number of people just longed to live in. In any case, in light of everything, it had begun to feel vacant. Not as a result of its size but rather because something was missing inside. Us. I got away from the vehicle and snatched my pack, feeling fretful excitement.

I took a full breath, fixed my tie, and pushed toward the entryway quietly. I opened it, pushing the entryway open as attentively as could be anticipated.

I stayed aware that the astonishment should be awesome. "Charlotte?" I called cautiously, yet there was no reaction. The house was disagreeably quiet. Regularly, there'd be music playing, or her voice murmuring some tune as she pushed toward her day.

Be that as it may, at this point, nothing. I dropped my sacks at the entry and strolled further inside. The weak sound of voices got my eye - covered, yet self-evident.

My heart sidestepped a bang. Is it most likely evident that someone was here? My frontal cortex quickly attempted to legitimize it.

Perhaps she had an affiliation. Perhaps her companions were finished, or somebody from the area had come around.

In any case, something didn't feel right. I strolled higher up, my means attentive on the hardwood floors.

The voices turned out to be more grounded, even more clear, as I progressed toward our room. My heart beat in my chest, an energy of fear crawling up on me. I would have rather not recognized the thoughts framing me.

I would have rather not guessed that it ought to be unpleasant. The way to our room was unimportantly unlatched, and the sounds were even more clear at this point.

A lady's voice, giggling. Charlotte's giggle. In any case, there was something else about it. It wasn't the lighthearted chuckle I used to hear. It was low, captivating, and genuine.

Then, at that point, I heard a man's voice, huge and ordinary, yet not mine. My chest fixed, and thus, I pushed the entry open the remainder of the way.

What I saw obliged my blood to run cold. She was relatively close, there of the brain, with an incredibly not manly me. Messed up in the sheets, their bodies wound around, missing to the world external to their air pocket of double-crossing.

Quickly, it was like I was watching a scene from another person's life. This couldn't occur. Not to me. Not to us. Charlotte's head gobbled up when she saw me remaining in the entry.

Her eyes loosened up in shock, and she immediately pulled the sheets up around her, covering herself. "Liam!" she heaved, scrambling up.

"I - I didn't expect you..." Her voice was shaking, anyway, all I could hear was the surging sound of blood beating in my ears.

My grasp hands held at my sides, each muscle in my body fixing as the certification consumed.

My life accomplice was sitting down with another man. In our home. In our bed. The man - whoever the discipline he was - snatched his garments from the floor and immediately pulled them on.

He didn't check me out. He just held his head down, staying away from the eye-to-eye affiliation like the wimp he was. "Liam, please... license me to sort out," Charlotte's voice was neediness blasted through the shadowiness to me, right now I was unable to manage her words.

Sort out? Sort out what? How should you sort out something like this? I was unable to talk. I was unable to move.

I just remained there, seeing her, trying to figure out how the situation was turning out. This was the lady I'd wed. The lady I'd constructed a presence with.

The mother of our little girl. How is it that it could be that she could do this? How long has this been going on? The room felt like it was including me, the walls pushing down like they were attempting to squash me.

My breath came along these lines, separated flings, and I comprehended I expected to leave before I lost it. Without saying a word, I turned and left the room. I could hear Charlotte shouting toward me, her voice battling, yet I didn't stop.

I exhibited unsuitably. I was unable to endure looking at her momentarily. Each step felt like I was moving in a sluggish turn of events, such as sinking into a sand trap and couldn't move away. I staggered down the means, out the front entry, and into the night air.

It hit me like a wave, cold and sharp, regardless, it wasn't satisfactory to numb the torment that was tearing through my chest. My hands shook as I sought after my telephone, scarcely ready to get a handle on it. I expected to clear my head. I could have used a reward.

I expected to forget to remember what I saw, if by some lucky new development quickly. I strolled around my vehicle, my vision obscured by the sting of selling out.

The picture of Charlotte with that man played again and again to me like a terribleness I was unable to mix from. This gives off an impression of being staggering. It couldn't be legitimate. Be that as it may, it was.

The most horrible part? I truly didn't have any idea who on earth that man was.

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