Billionaire's Blooming Love Beyond Divorce

Chapter 1. The Leaked Clue: What A surprise?

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I got my daughter into her bed and could finally unwind as night fell. Depleted after the countless house chores, I seized my phone and aimlessly perused YouTube until I noticed a live show featuring street fashion design. I sighed to relieve myself as my glance glued on the video.

When I stood up and looked at the screen, the host had changed the angle of view already. As I clutched my phone, my palms became clammy and my pulse accelerated. I verified that it was a live broadcast taking place in the city by checking up my wall watch. I then immediately shut down YouTube and made a video call to my spouse–Mark Antony.

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The seven-day business trip to Paris was supposed to be his destination, but I just witnessed him on the live broadcast holding another woman in his arms. Before he eventually answered, the phone rang for a considerable amount of time.

My phone's screen displayed Mark's attractive visage as his camera gave a little shake. “Hey, darling!” he said with a warm greeting.

“How are you doing?” I glanced at the video on his end and requested rushing. Wearing a white T-shirt and blue trouser, he appeared to be in a restaurant hallway. But the person I saw during the live broadcast had on a black coat. What a contradictory?

“Me and a client are out to supper. To answer your call, I had to step outside. How are things going? Is there a problem? Is Avril disturbing you again before dozing?” He inquired.

“How is the weather in Paris?” I evaded his inquiry and posed it again.

“Naturally, frigid as normal. Nothing at all altered. Just like on our honeymoon, you would be whining about the snowfall if you were here now. Is there a problem?” With inquiry in his eyes, he cast a serious glance at me via the phone's camera.

“Well, nothing at all…! Everything is going on well, When should we expect you home?” I blurted out. I was totally out of it.

“Very soon, my doll. Do you think about me?” Mark grinned lovingly and gave me a big smile, “I will make every effort to be with you, my darling, as soon as you wish. It is growing late. Alright, I'm sure you are exhausted, get to bed early. I still need to take care of several things. Goodbye!”

He gave me a quick kiss before hanging up.

Struck and irritated with myself for being suspicious, I grasped my phone so hard across my chest. Despite being a complete poor man when we first met, Mark was an outstanding, attractive, and devoted spouse. Despite coming from a simple household with a sickly sister, I picked him out of all my admirers just based on his attractiveness.

I stayed by his side after graduation, and we started a supply company using my parents' house as collateral. While I overworked non-stop to the point that I nearly experienced mental illness, Mark oversaw sourcing.

Thankfully, the business expanded and started to prosper, with contracts flowing in every second. We were forced to employ qualified workers to help out with the burdening tasks. Within a few years, it was a company prominent around the world.

I quit when I found out I was pregnant, giving my husband full control of the firm, so I could concentrate on taking care of our daughter and our house.

Avril, our beautiful daughter, turned five today. As a lovely family of three, we enjoyed a comfortable and prosperous life that made many people jealous.

Mark was really apologetic that we didn't have the wedding ceremony, as he had promised to offer and to make up for whatever wrongs I had been through.

Such a loyal spouse, how could he cheat?

What an illogical thought?

I realized I had watched too many shows that provoked such absurd ideas, so I pursed my lips and grinned. I was still thinking about the ephemeral figure on the YouTube live as I reclined in bed.

It seemed like my thoughts were always focused on Mark, and that was my greatest weakness. And the coat–It appeared familiar too, as I had previously ironed an identical coat for him before the business trip. I was perplexed since that implied the man in the live feed was wearing the same coat with the same colour. What a coincidence?

The next day, Mark came back early and gave Avril plenty of tasty snacks. He gave us both warm, fuzzy hugs that made the room seem cosy. Happy to oblige, I raced to the kitchen to whip up a few of his faves.

What a caring husband?

As we came down to eat, Mark gave me a casual glance and remarked, “There smells like a strong oil. Would you mind going to the bathroom to take a shower?”

“That is the scent of wonderful cuisine,” I said with a proud smile after taking a leisurely inhale, “Don't you enjoy the scent of food?”

He laughed and gave my hair a little ruffle. Then he shoved food down my throat and fed Avril a bit as well. “That is okay, my lovebirds. Come on, let us all eat!”

I hurriedly put Avril to bed after supper and took a shower. “Do I have the same fragrance as the oil you were criticizing?” I questioned, flirtatiously, as I edged closer to Mark.

With a smile, he gave me a tender pinch. “My love, I have really missed you during the past seven days.”

Without waiting for me to answer, he dragged me immediately toward the bed. In addition, he exuded enthusiasm today.

Such a romantic man!

After we were done, I watched his towering form walk over to the restroom with a smile on my face. Just as I was preparing to follow my bed–mysterious man into the restroom, his phone flashed with a notification on top of the screen. Ignoring his absence, I stretched my neck towards the bedside table to see what it was. It was a brief message.

Glancing at it, I froze with disbelief. My heart raced.

What a surprise?

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Chapter 2: From Clues To The Truth

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Just as I was going to answer it to find out who sent it, Mark ran from the bathroom nude into the room and grabbed his phone from my sight. He quickly took a quick glance at it before turning back to gaze at me.

“It’s my sister, Melissa!”

“What is wrong with that? Are you concerned that I might find something wrong with your phone, or are you hiding something from me?” I gave him a sceptical glance and had a queasy feeling that something was a stray,

Would he really be hiding something from me?

The brief, disappointing message included just six words and twenty-one letters, “Did she find out the truth?”

Because it appeared like the person texting him was afraid I might learn something, that was sufficient clue for me to doubt him, and get mad. There was a sense of uncertainty in the brief message as well, so I looked closely