Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle

d. Seraphina wasn't restin

t as she respected everything about him--because she had foolishly believed he deserved that respect. And Julian had always seen her as too n

friend," he had personally given her access to his cloud backup. She had never

fully logged into the cloud account that had been dormant for three years. He had never changed the passwo

d. She clicked directly into the synced message records, and beneath it was a swamp of filth. Dozens of conversations with different women,

all her suspicions. Scrolling further down, she found the group chat with his worthless friends. The entire proposal bet from the restaurant last night was laid out cl

ulian lying on a hotel bed with a brunette in his arms, her heart felt a slight prick, like a thin needle. Not heartbreak--he

a few short but conclusive videos. She packaged everything, encrypted it, and s

opened the file manager. A PDF file name caught her eye: "Loft

a loft apartment downtown. This was his safe house, the place he took other women. This was not just evidence of infidelity, but also proof of three year

inhole camera behind the decorative lamp on the bedroom nightstand. He had actually installed a camera here to record every woman he brought back. She didn't remove it, nor did she destroy the storage device. Instead, she stood directly in front of the lens, slowly raised her hand t

all historical recordings as well. She restored everything to its original

e. She archived all the evidence by category, encrypted

the line. "Keep a close eye on Julian Carlisle's movements over the

His tone was calm. "Someo

ily charity gala. It was the occasion where the entire family would appear in public, and also the

rated. It was a comple

line: "The ring is still with me

assumed that after dawn they would have nothing to do with each other, going their separate ways. She never expected him to come looking for her. A surge of irritation a

to ignore it, a second text ju

the lines made it obvious he wanted to use the ring to threaten her, to cling to her. It was a keepsake her mother had left her, and now it

ess. She had quietly made an appointment with a doctor and would go for a full examination early tomorrow morning, afraid that this absurd one-night stand might have given her some physical prob

embossed dinner invitation on the corner of the desk. Julian had brought it home just last

"Carlisle Family Annual Gala" on the invitation, an

close t