The Billionaire Husband’s Betrayal

The slightly cloudy morning atmosphere makes anyone still feel at home to wrap his body with a blanket. Unlike Raisa, the woman had to wake up early to prepare provisions for her husband to go to work.

The sound of a four-month-old baby crying came from inside Raisa's house. The woman immediately went into her room.

"Don't cry anymore," said Raisa's husband. The man calmed his fussy son.

Raisa, who was still busy in the kitchen, shouted to her husband to give the baby some milk.

"Honey ... Anya, give me the milk on the table," Raisa said with her hands deftly chopping vegetables. Her husband immediately gave a baby bottle filled with milk to Anya, their child.

"Oh... it turns out Anya is thirsty, honey." the husband chatted with their daughter. There was no more sound of Anya's crying. Raisa could finally cook in peace.

Her deft hands move here and there to make provisions for her husband. Her enthusiastic face is reflected in the song she sings while meak.

"Is Anya asleep yet?" Raisa asked her husband.

"Already, she's just sleeping," replied her husband as he pecked Raisa's forehead. As usual, Raisa smiled at receiving romantic treatment from her husband.

"Honey, it's a habit to kiss early in the morning." Raisa mumbled, blushing.

"Why the hell, baby? We're used to this," Arka replied, hugging her intimately.

"Ouch... don't make me melt."

Raisa returned her husband's embrace and enjoyed his warm embrace. Her heart told her that she was the luckiest woman in the world for being Arka's legal wife.

"Drrt drrt"

The sound of a cell phone ringing came from the nightstand in their room. Arka quickly picked up the phone, checking who had called so early.

"Hello?" Arka picked up the phone.

"Have you prepared the files I asked for yesterday?" said the person on the other side.

"Yes, sir. I'll be at the office in a minute." Arka replied with a lazy face.

The call was cut off unilaterally by the interlocutor, without any closing sentence. Arka swore a little to the person who had called her early in the morning.

"You're useless. You can only tell me what to do."

"What's wrong?"

"Who the hell calls this early in the morning?" Raisa heard her husband's complaint. Then he asked, curious as to who was calling so early.

"It's normal. The boss is a dictator," Arka said as she grabbed her towel. Walking towards the bathroom.

Raisa opened the front door of her house. The morning breeze hit her beautiful face. Her graceful and sweet face makes anyone's heart melt.

"Where the hell did Arka put the car keys," Raisa complained to herself. The woman went back inside her house.

"Honey! Where are the car keys?" Raisa shouted at the bathroom door.

"Maybe in the pocket of the pants I used for work yesterday," Arka said from the bathroom.

Raisa then rushed to the dirty clothes basket. She looked for the work pants that her husband had worn yesterday. The long black pants smelled good.

"What's this?" Raisa observed a piece of paper like a payment receipt. But it was tattered.

The woman was curious, put her husband's pants back on and read the writing on the paper.

"Total payment of twenty million? What does this mean?" muttered Raisa. The woman's mind was suddenly prejudiced.

"Did you find the car keys?" asked Arka who appeared in front of Raisa. The woman quickly stuffed the paper into her pants pocket.

"Ah, yes, this." Raisa held up the car keys. Then she smiled.

She hurriedly left the house, opened Arka's car door and put her lunch on the passenger seat. Just now Raisa wanted to get into the house. Suddenly there was a woman's voice calling her son.

"Aska! Don't run out of the house!" a young woman shouted.

"Wow... I think we have a new neighbor here." Raisa turned her head, finding a young woman chasing after a small child.

Raisa went back inside her house. Her husband was already dressed and smelling nice.

"You're ready to go," Raisa admonished. She forgot for a moment about the payment paper in her husband's pants pocket.