My Ex-Husband Watched Me Marry the World’s Richest Man Novel –【Ms. Henson, your husband is cheating on you.】 Belinda Henson assumed it was a prank. Then the photos flooded in, one after another, until her phone could barely keep up. In every image, Tim Sawyer and Natalie Henson were wrapped around each other, their eyes heavy with want. Making out in the car she was still paying off. Holding each other at the top of a Ferris wheel. Walking hand in hand beneath Mount Fuji, the trip she’d always dreamed of taking. Something cracked inside Belinda’s chest. Was Tim really cheating on her? But ten years of memories pushed back.
Every small kindness, every late-night phone call, every promise he’d kept. She forced the doubt down. Technology made faking photos trivial these days. A few clicks and anyone could manufacture an affair. Today was Aethon Group’s ninth anniversary. Someone was probably trying to sabotage the event on purpose. Belinda shook it off and drove back to the office. She needed to be there before three to do a final walk-through of the venue and make sure tonight’s gala went off without a hitch. Traffic was clear the whole way, but her mind kept drifting back to those photos. Half an hour later, she arrived at Aethon Group and headed straight for Tim’s office.
Her hand was an inch from the door when she heard it. A woman’s breathless moan, low and unmistakable, then a man’s ragged breathing rising to meet it. Belinda stumbled, nearly losing her footing. Her hand flew to her stomach. The conversation that followed was worse. “She loves me,” Tim said, his voice dripping with certainty and contempt. “If she dares make a scene, I’ll divorce her and make her get on her knees to beg for your forgiveness.” “But it won’t come to that. You hate pain, don’t you? Once Belinda carries the baby to term for you, I’ll buy out the Hensons’ bankrupt little company and hand it to you as a wedding gift.
The whole Henson family won’t even be worthy of kneeling at your feet.” That familiar voice, twisted into something monstrous, detonated word by word inside her skull. She remembered their wedding night. A typhoon had torn through the city, rain hammering the windows, and Natalie had called crying, saying she’d twisted her ankle and couldn’t get home alone. Tim rushed out to get her and got into a car accident on the way. Even in the ER, even the moment he opened his eyes, the first words out of his mouth were about Natalie. Back then Belinda had told herself it was just concern for family.
Now she understood. Tim had loved Natalie all along. The sounds from behind the door climbed higher. She didn’t need to open it to picture exactly what was happening on the other side. Every word those two had spoken hit like a bolt of lightning, splitting apart every scrap of trust she had left in this marriage. With Aethon Group’s resources, crushing Henson Group would be as easy as stepping on an ant. No wonder the company had been bleeding out. Belinda let out a quiet laugh at her own expense. Ten years together. Three years married. She had believed in Tim. Believed in what they had.
And all she’d done was destroy herself and drag the Henson family down with her. The noises from inside kept coming, each one pouring fuel on a fire already raging in her chest. She wanted to burn them alive. Reason held her in place. And then there was the baby. Belinda’s gaze hardened. She would not carry a child for a cheating bastard and his mistress. Not now, not ever. She pulled out her phone to book a termination, and the screen lit up before she could type a word. An unsaved number. The same number that had sent the photos. Fury burned through her.
She moved to decline the call but hit answer by mistake. A man’s low voice came through the speaker：