The CEO Cheated On Livestream With My Credit Card Chapter 08

The CEO Cheated On Livestream With My Credit Card Chapter 08

When Simon finally made it up, he looked like he’d been caught in a downpour. Soaked through. And he

reeked.

He dropped to his knees the second he saw me.

“Natalie, I know I was wrong. I know it.”

“I know I treated you terribly. It was all Celeste’s fault.

“If it weren’t for her, we’d still be a happy couple.”

Listening to him made me sick.

“You’ve seen me, Simon. Now get out. We’ve been over for a long time.”

Simon suddenly pulled out a knife like a man possessed.

He laughed wildly while telling me like he expected a medal.

“Natalie, it was all Celeste’s fault, right? Don’t worry. I killed that bitch. She’s not a threat to you anymore.’

I stared at him in complete shock. I never thought he would actually murder Celeste.

Then he raised the knife and slashed deep cuts into his own arm, one after another.

Blood poured out instantly.

He acted like he couldn’t feel a thing.

“This one’s for you. This one’s for being so blind…”

Blood was everywhere.

I stepped back without thinking. My stomach did a somersault.

I shot my executive assistant a look. She didn’t miss a beat and called the cops.

Within minutes, sirens blared.

Simon got tackled to the ground.

He was still screaming like a crazy person. “Natalie, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance. Please.”

They took him away.

The investigation came back.

Simon wasn’t just facing massive financial crimes. He was also charged with first-degree murder.

The verdict came down fast.

Death penalty

In the time leading up to his execution, got countless letters from Simon in prison.

The handwriting was a messy scrawl. The pages were stained with dried tears.

He begged me to come see him.

“Natalie, I dreamed about our wedding day. Will you come visit me?”

“If I hadn’t let greed get the best of me. If I had learned to appreciate what I had sooner. Maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way. Maybe we could have had a child together.

“Will you come see me. Just once.”

I read them and threw every single one into the paper shredder.

That too little, too late confession of love was just him trying to comfort himself before he died.

The day before his execution, I went to the prison.

Through the thick bulletproof glass, I saw Simon.

He’d lost all the spark he used to have. His hair had turned completely white.

His face was gaunt and withered, like a man with one foot in the grave.

The moment he saw me, a flicker of light appeared in his dead eyes.

He picked up the visitation phone with shaking hands.

“Natalie, I know I was wrong. So wrong.”

“I messed up so badly. You came to see me. Does that mean there’s still a little part of you that cares?”

He sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

I looked at him calmly. I didn’t feel a thing.

He started rambling, barely making sense.

“Natalie, if it weren’t for Celeste. If I hadn’t been so greedy. Could we have…”

I cut him off coldly. “No what ifs.”

Simon froze.

Visitation hour was over. I stood up and left.

Simon didn’t say another word. He just bawled his eyes out watching me leave.

I walked out of the prison gates. The sunshine was almost blinding.

I took a deep breath of fresh air.

My phone buzzed. My mom sent me a video of my cat was hamming it up.

At the end of the video, she said, “Natalie, come home for dinner. I made your favorite—BBQ ribs.”

I smiled and started the engine.

The sports car sped down the highway. A warm breeze brushed against my face.

In the days ahead, I would find my happiness.

(The End)