The CEO's Betrayal She Left Him for Good

My CEO husband went crazy throwing money around after he got drunk.

The bed and table were both covered in cash, weighted down with liquor bottles.

I thought it was funny, so I recorded a video and posted it online. The comments exploded.

[This is literally how they set up tables at high-end hostess clubs. Your husband's a regular.]

[And you're laughing? Girl, your husband is obviously a seasoned john.]

[Get tested ASAP, collect evidence, and lock down the finances NOW!]

I stared at the screen, frozen.

I searched through all of Tyler's things but couldn't find a single clue.

Until he rolled over, instinctively pulled me close, and mumbled.

"Babe, why are your boobs so small? You should get work done like the other girls."

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I went rigid. The world fell silent—nothing but the sound of Tyler Gilbert's breathing in my ear.

The next second, his eyes snapped open.

Meeting my red-rimmed gaze, guilt flickered across his face. He stammered.

"Baby... did I just... say something weird?"

I lied without thinking, shaking my head.

Tyler let out a breath and pulled me tight.

Breathing in his familiar scent, my voice cracked.

"Tyler, have you ever done anything to betray me?"

His arms tightened around me.

"How could I?"

"I love you the most. Only you."

Then soft snoring filled the silence.

I smiled bitterly as tears streamed down my face.

Three days later, when Tyler went out drinking with the guys as usual, I followed him for the first time.

In the dim private room of an upscale club, a row of girls stood waiting—delicate faces, slim figures, perfect curves.

Tyler sat dead center. Cigarette smoke obscured his face; I couldn't read his expression.

His buddies pressed cash under liquor bottles, signaling the girls to drink.

The setup was identical to what Tyler had done at home.

Exactly the same.

My nails dug into my palms.

The smoke cleared. Tyler's lips curled as he watched the girls drain bottle after bottle.

Liquid spilled down, soaking through fabric, the round curves beneath faintly visible.

His eyes held nothing but raw hunger.

I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to watch any more of this disgusting scene.

Tyler really had cheated.

My heart clenched in spasms. Tears wouldn't stop falling.

I caught my reflection in the glass and saw an idiot staring back.

An idiot Tyler had played for five full years.

Five years together.

He was a titan in the business world—powerful, untouchable.

Everyone said I was lucky. That being loved exclusively by a man like Tyler Gilbert was a blessing.

I believed them.

But tonight, reality shattered everything.

All those words praising my luck now felt like blades through my chest.

I couldn't breathe.

A familiar voice came from behind me.

"Sis... sister-in-law?"

Tyler's childhood friend approached, guilt written all over his face.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

He noticed my tears and looked away, unable to meet my eyes.

The noisy room went dead silent.

The girls glanced between me and Tyler, confused.

I smiled bitterly and turned to my husband.