Billionaire Husband Cheated With My Sister, I Left
I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections.
I thought I was the luckiest woman alive.
Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister.
They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together.
He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you."
"You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us."
Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop.
I didn't scream. I didn't fall apart.
I just shut the door and walked away.
But Julian was the one who lost his mind.
Six months later, when I still assumed the two of them were long since married with a baby, he was the one crying, begging me not to leave, like a dog begging for scraps.