Beyond The Billionaire's Betrayal

Rebecca's POV

"Yes, baby, I f**king love how you ride me." These were the shocking words I heard as I stood at the door.

Today was Gabriel's birthday, and I had purchased a gift for him to surprise him at his office. He wasn't expecting me, but I went anyway. After all, I was his wife. I shouldn't be restricted from visiting my own husband, right?

Standing at his office door, a wave of unease washed over me. Was I at the wrong door? "You're the best, babe. I f**king love this," I heard again, this time mixed with moans. My heart plummeted.

There was no mistaking Gabriel's voice. Even in the dead of night or blindfolded, I could pick it out from a thousand others. I knew that voice.

That's why I barged in.

My stomach churned as I threw the door open, praying I was wrong, hoping this was some horrible misunderstanding. But it wasn't.

There he was-Gabriel, my husband of five years. His pants were around his ankles, a woman straddling him with her skirt pushed up, revealing her bare backside. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt as she clung to him, utterly absorbed in their act.

I froze, rooted to the spot as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Gabriel-my Gabriel-had his hands on her hips, guiding her like I didn't exist. Like we didn't exist.

My breath hitched, the betrayal flooding through me in waves. For five years, I'd thought Gabriel was a loyal man. For five years, I'd been his wife, and this was the reward-watching him with another woman on his birthday.

How long has this been going on? I wondered, as the world spun around me. The weight of disbelief pressed down on my chest.

The woman... she was in a blue suit, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. I recognized her. The face from the portrait in Gabriel's home office. She was the secretary, the one he always talked about. The one he told me they were going on a business trip together this time last year.

When I barged in, the woman froze, shock written across her face as she hurriedly adjusted herself. She slid off him, pulling her skirt down. I thought that would be the end of it. But then Gabriel yanked her back to the table, pushing himself inside her again. Right in front of me.

My breath caught. I couldn't believe it.

"Don't mind her," Gabriel muttered to the woman, his eyes cold and focused on her. "I'm done with her anyway." And just like that, he ignored me.

The room filled with their moans again, louder than before, as if I weren't even there. My heart shattered, breaking into pieces I didn't know existed. If someone had told me Gabriel would ever betray me like this, I would've called it a lie. This can't be real.

But there it was. He had no remorse. No guilt. He didn't care that I had