THE CEO'S BETRAYED AND ACCIDENTAL WIFE

Alice's POV

"What! Babe..." That was all I managed to say before my voice trailed off.

"What's going on here...?" My hands flew to my mouth as I staggered back from the sight before my very eyes.

My own best friend and my husband of three years were in bed, wrapped together naked in our hotel room.

Today was my 27th birthday, and earlier we were just downstairs having a birthday party at a hotel in Paris. I had insisted we celebrate it there, as Paris was my dream city. I had also insisted that my best friend come along with us, too.

I was still downstairs, clearing the table we had used for the party. It was still ongoing, and all of my friends who stayed in Paris were invited. We were going to pull an all-nighter. Hotel rooms were already prepared for every one of them to stay upstairs. I looked around for my husband and couldn't find him, as well as my best friend.

"Have you seen Daniel around?" I asked one of my friends who was still at the table.

"I think he went upstairs with Clara some minutes ago," she responded. I wondered what they were doing to have left me alone downstairs to clean up, especially since the party wasn't over.

They had probably gone into their rooms to get something, so I thought.

I excused myself from the people around and went upstairs straight afterwards. When I got to the passage that led to our hotel room, the first thing I heard was moans, and I wondered where they were coming from.

"I guess some people have already hooked up at my birthday party," I whispered to myself as I went on.

I noticed our hotel room door being a little ajar, only to hear the moans vividly coming from the room.

"Oh, fuck, you're so tight."

The voice was very familiar, and I immediately pushed the door open.

It was Clara, my lifelong best friend, and Daniel, my husband.

They didn't even flinch, considering how naked they were on the bed. Clara had only smirked, like I had disturbed what they were doing.

My legs felt wobbly, and it felt like I could faint anytime soon, but no, I really cannot give them the satisfaction of seeing me faint.

I just left the hotel immediately and headed straight to the car we brought. He might probably have to walk back to the airport barefoot. I drove as fast as I could to catch the next flight back home.

My hands were shaking on the wheel. My chest was burning, and my eyes were blurry with tears. I just needed to leave. I didn't care how.

I was too overwhelmed with getting to the airport, and I drove at high speed. I didn't see the car that was right in front of me, and when I did, it was already too late. I hit it hard, and my body slammed forward.

"Oh my