Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy

wheel, the cold leather biting against my sweaty palms. The headlights illuminated the empty street ahead, but my mind was racing through a darkness I couldn't escape. My bir

gh for me to see but not enough to prepare me for what lay beyond. James was there, his shirt undone, leaning back against his desk with a smug grin. Samantha stood close, her hand resting on his chest as though she owned him. Her lips curved into a smile that made my skin crawl. They didn't notice me at first. "James?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it, my voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. The room fell silent. They both turned toward me, but it wasn't Samantha's smirk that gutted me-it was James's cold, indifferent stare. "Olivia," he said, his tone devoid of guilt or remorse. "What are you doing here?" His question was so absurd, so casual, that it rendered me speechless. I stared at him, searching for any trace of the man I had married, but all I found was a stranger. Now I understood the reasons for the late nights, attitudes and insults, the maltreatment and even the random slaps I got from him and there I was thinking it was a phase. I thought he just had a lot going on and he was just transferring aggression. Little did I know I was been cheated on with my stepmother. "What am I doing here?" I echoed, my voice trembling as the words tumbled out. "I've been waiting for you all night, James. I've been worried sick, wondering if you were okay. And here you are-with her. My stepmother?" I had seen the closeness for a long time but I thought it was nothing. Samantha never liked me as a step daughter but there I was being stupid while I saw her closeness with James. I trusted him so much. Samantha didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed. Instead, she stepped back, adjusting her blouse with a leisurely grace that made my stomach turn. "I'll leave you two to sort this out," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern. As she kissed James on the lips, rubbing her hand on his right nipple then passed me, she leaned in just close enough to whisper, "Happy anniversary, dear." The smell of sex lingered in the air, suffocating and sickly sweet. I turned back to James, tears streaming down my face. "I came here to tell you I'm pregnant," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "After everything we've been through, I thought this might make us whole again." Tears continued rolling down my cheeks. My legs were trembling so much. For a moment, something flickered in his eye