ONE-NIGHT STAND WITH MY EX-HUSBAND’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

Yvonne’s POV

The night couldn’t have been better. I had just been discharged after two days of giving birth to the most precious thing and she's beyond adorable. I get teary eyed each time I look at her , my own angel . We should name her that perhaps but I dismiss the thought. Christian should be able to have a say in what name we give our baby girl.

My husband Christian would have been here to pick me up himself but I know how demanding work is so I tell him to rest up, that my driver will get us home. He's the CEO of RIS-X, a luxury watch brand and as CEO, he works at his company from morning to late in the evening. Now I'd made him a father, everything in my life was finally coming together. I believe he will be taking some break to spend more time with our baby.

I was filled with so much excitement. I stood outside our home, holding a bottle of champagne, excited for us to celebrate. I wasn't fully cleared to take alcohol but I wasn't having too much tonight, just a bit to celebrate.

I had planned every detail of the night in my head. We would toast to our future, laugh about the struggles of the past few years, and maybe even talk about taking the new house we were planning to take for a while now. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I felt like nothing could ruin it.

But as I reached for the door, with my baby in her carrier, my excitement shifted. The door was unlocked.

Christian was always so careful about security. He’d warned me so many times about locking up and double–checking the door whenever I went out of the house. It was one of the things I teased him about, calling him “paranoid.” So why was the door wide open now?

“Christian?” I called out, stepping inside.

Silence.

Something felt wrong. The living room was tidy, as usual, but the air felt heavy, like the calm before a storm. My heart began to beat faster, but I told myself I was overreacting. Maybe he’d just forgotten to lock up in his rush to get ready for our celebration.

Still holding the champagne and my baby's carrier, I made my way down the hallway toward his bedroom. My studded sneakers clicked softly against the hardwood floor, the only sound in the quiet apartment. That’s when I heard it.

A woman’s soft moans.

At first, I thought I was imagining things, but then Christian’s voice followed. It was low and rough, almost unrecognizable.

“Do you like that, baby?”

I froze, my entire body going cold.

This couldn’t be happening.

For a moment, I just stood there, my mind racing to make sense of what I was hearing. Maybe it wasn’t what it sounded like. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. I