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.

This month, Julian's business trip dragged on longer than any before it.

He used to hate being away. He'd cut every trip short if he could.

And every time he came home, he stuck to me like a human magnet, keeping me up the whole night.

But starting last month, something in him had changed.

"Last time he came home, he said he was tired. Wanted an early night."

"He's never been like that before."

"And this month he keeps putting off coming back. I've actually started to miss him."

When I said all this to my sister, Chloe rolled her eyes at me, half laughing.

"You really have to wonder? Your husband's obviously cheating."

She cradled a tall cup of coffee and took a careless sip.

"I told you from the start, he was only with you for the novelty. You wouldn't listen. What man doesn't want someone younger?"

I shook my head. "Don't say things like that. Julian promised he'd take care of me his whole life."

Julian was five years younger than me, and the only heir to the Sterling Group.

When he proposed, his parents fought it with everything they had.

He'd already been promised to someone else, an engagement his family had arranged back when he was a boy, to the daughter of an old family friend.

To stop him from marrying me, his father resorted to the family’s disciplinary punishment.

Julian gritted his teeth and bore ninety-nine blows from his father. His back was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, swollen and burning with searing pain.

How could a man who'd sacrificed that much for me ever cheat?

Chloe sighed and shook her head, lips pressed flat.

I've always been emotionally dense, a beat too slow on everything, the textbook "bookworm" everyone calls me.

My half-sister Chloe, though, has been sharp since we were kids. Over the