Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO

"Umm...Uugh.. Aaah..." The voice was breathy, urgent, and way too close.

Arabella slowly lifted her heavy eyelids and for a second, she couldn't tell if she was still dreaming.

The room was dark, the air heavy with alcohol, heat and perfume.

Then another moan broke through the haze.

A laugh. Soft. Intimate. Wrong.

Serena.

Arabella froze. The alcohol she had last night still fogged her head, and for a heartbeat she wondered if she was imagining it.

Her heart stuttered as she turned her head ever so slightly.

Adrian.

Serena.

Serena's figure went down between Adrian's thighs, the soft sheets rumpled beneath them.

Adrian groaned, hands buried in her hair, his face twisted in confused pleasure, like he was caught between sleep and waking, guiding her movements while she took him deeper.

"Adrian..." Serena's voice was soft, deliberate.

Arabella's world tilted.

The bed wasn't a mistake, but their marriage was.

If not for a drunken one-night stand, six years ago.

If not for his father's will...He would never have married her.

Now his father was dead. Their son already five years old.

Nothing was stopping him from his freedom.

Well...Except for a few signatures from her.

She gagged, covering her mouth as she slipped out from under the covers, bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.

The night air cut through her thin nightdress as she stumbled into the hallway.

She pressed her back against the wall, sliding down until she sat on the floor. Her chest heaved, but no sound came out.

Her fingers dug into the hem of her dress trying to stop them from trembling, her long blonde hair scattered over her face.

She couldn't breathe, every sound clawed at her chest.

The urge to scream rose in her throat, but she swallowed it back, tasting salt.

Five years.

Five years since she married him...

...Since she'd vowed to endure anything just to watch her child grow.

And this was what 'enduring' had become.

To think she thought she could make this marriage work. After all, she'd been in love with him long before their one night stand.

Over the years, she did everything she could.

She cooked his meals, ironed his suits, tidied his office, even waited by the door at night just to hand him a warm cup of tea, hoping he'd finally see her.

But instead of appreciating her, he'd snap at her, call her desperate, and pathetic gold digger and even accuse her of trying to gain his affection through pity. Her efforts only seemed to irritate him.

"Serena isn't like you, Arabella. I won't reduce her to a mistress by cheating on you with her while we're still married," Adrian would always say whenever he came back home dead into the nights with lipstick stains all over his shirt.

Arabella wanted to believe him. She believed him. And now this was what she got in return.

He didn't just cheat with her. He did it on their matrimonial bed...while she was sleeping