CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET

elle'

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ing the bar after getting a text from Ken, who asked me to come over to Lorenzo's Hote

naked under the sheets with a weir

ing happened between us las

uce the aching pain then I headed in the dir

called out, but there wa

e bathroom for him, but he wasn't t

or waited for me to be awake before leaving," I huffed while c

led Ken's line, and then placed the phone

g for you all over the room, but_" My words were c

en minutes. Ten minutes to get that ass of yours here!" Ken's voice boo

e? Ken, what ha_ Beep Beep_" The call ended

oes he sound so enraged? Did

any answers to my questions as to why he sounded the

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uble doors, my husband's cold voice sliced thr

ast night, Mirabe

fused by his question

belle. Where the hell were you?!" He

you were the one who texted me, askin

not just admit that you went to see your lover? It's not li

ight, and I am telling you for the umpteenth time right now th

king obsessed with always saying I

im understand or believe that I

ome? Do you even know what time it is right now?!" His voice thundered

e, got into the exact room number, and... " My voice faded out as my brows formed deep li

with a disgusted

irritation in his eyes as he

g anxious cause I couldn

g! I would have returned home if he hadn't ask

in the air. Suddenly, a white document struck my f

, I watched them flutter to the gro

" I asked as my hear

warned you that if you ever cheated on me again, I would fi

you in the hotel room. Why are you doing this? I was in the exact

you're lying to? A child? A baby?!" Ken questioned

f this is an act then please end it. You're hurting me. You're getting me scared. I have no lover. Y

uit lying to me! Accept the fact that you are nothing mor

the Lorenzo's Hotel, room 901, and I did! But when I got there, I don't know what happened. I wok

and I didn't leave this house. I was at home waiting all through the night for y

he hotel with me. "What do you mean? I was with you and yo

e isn't with

I must've left it in the cab

es as if I was the most awful thi

his pants, played a video, an

ant to deny it? Do you want to deny the despicable and horre

, watching myself get intimate with a st

t my face was visible like an unk

me on both sides of the bed which resorted to the reason wh

is sort. How is it even possible? I am s

ffort to make Ken believe me and n

Believe me, the video is fake! It's all fake! I never did anything t

d drastically and I couldn't stop mysel

and the realization hit my guts, remembering eve

y fingers threaded into it and then his physique when I held onto him

t night, making me unable to figure out

last night in the hotel room. It was the stranger I e