The CEO Cheated On Livestream With My Credit Card Chapter 01

The CEO Cheated On Livestream With My Credit Card Chapter 01

I was just doom-scrolling when I landed on a girl’s livestream. She was casually sharing the story of how she became the other woman.

I was about to swipe away when she turned to someone off-camera and purred, “Baby, did you check in with your wife yet? You’re staying with me tonight.”

The next second, my husband’s familiar voice came through the livestream.

At the same time, a text popped up from Simon Chase: [Babe, there’s a last-minute work dinner tonight. Get some rest.]

My brain short-circuited.

Someone in the chat typed, “Aren’t you afraid your wife will find out?”

Celeste Vane read it and smirked. “Her? She’s just a trophy wife living off my husband’s money. What’s there to be afraid of?”

She flipped her hair. “Besides, the villa my husband bought me is right next door to hers.”

The second she finished, Simon grabbed her by the back of the head and kissed her like his life depended on it. In front of tens of thousands of viewers.

I scoffed.

He was bankrolling his side piece on my dime?

I pulled out my phone and punched in three numbers.

“I’d like to report a solicitation. My husband’s paying for sex.”

***

The cops showed up within minutes.

Celeste let out a terrified shriek. Simon let out a furious, disbelieving yell. Both of them got hauled into the police cruiser half-dressed.

Then the notification popped up: Ashford’s richest man caught in late-night solicitation sting.

At 3 a.m., I was still asleep.

Someone started pounding on my door.

I opened it. Celeste’s palm connected with my cheek.

“You bitch. You actually called the cops on me.”

I frowned. No one had ever laid a hand on me.

I raised my hand to hit her back.

Simon stepped in front of her, grabbed my wrist, and flung me aside. “Natalie, you’ve got a lot of nerve.”

“Calling the cops on your own husband. You have no idea what people are saying about me right now.”

I rubbed my wrist and let out a humorless laugh. “Bad things? Now you care about your reputation?”

“Where was that shame when you were cheating? Where was your conscience yesterday, in front of tens of thousands of people?”

Simon’s jaw tightened. “Natalie, guys in my position? Half of them keep mistresses. I only have Celeste. What more do you want from me?”

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn’t believe he could spin cheating like it’s something to be proud of.

I thought about our wedding vows. ‘Forsaking all others.’ What a joke.

“And thanks to you, her livestream got shut down,” he snapped. “That was her job. But you wouldn’t understand. You just stay home like a kept woman while I cover everything.”

“You wanna talk about hard?” I slapped the paper trail down in front of him.

“You’ve been using my company’s money to buy her cars, houses, wire transfers. Over fourteen million dollars.”

Celeste lunged forward and snatched the papers, then stomped on them with her heel. “Natalie, give me a break. You think joint marital assets belong only to you?”

“Simon works his ass off for that company. His money, his choice. And he wants to spend it on me.”

She sneered. “You’d better wake up. Everything you have right now? You owe it all to Simon.”

I owe him? Give me a break.

Without me, Simon Chase would be less than nothing.