Book 3 My Husband Had Dirty Video Chats with His Sponsored Student
“Baby, push your bra up a bit–I can’t see..”
Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Daniel Stevens‘ hand working himself as his breathing grew heavier. I didn’t need to guess what he was doing.
Frozen in place with my suitcase behind me, I stood at the doorway.
Today was our tenth wedding anniversary.
I had taken an early morning flight from Washington, D.C., hoping to surprise him.
But I never expected he would be the one to
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surprise me first.
He was sexting someone–on our anniversary.
Furious, I kicked the door open.
And in that moment, I realized it wasn’t just anyone he was camming with. It was Jessica Hampton–the college student he personally sponsored.
“Who’s there?!”
Daniel spun around and, seeing me, fumbled to shut the laptop and pulled on his underwear in a panic.
“Come to the living room. We need to talk.”
Leaving those words behind, I turned and walked away.
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In the living room, I tried to hold daack tears as I asked, “Daniel, just tell me thene truth. Was Jessica seducing you? Was thisislali her doing?”
Even now, I was clinging to hope–foolisishly.
After all, Daniel used to be the youngesist pianist ever inducted into the Hall of Famee. He was always so charming, so elegantnt. How could someone like him do something g so filthy?
But Daniel sat across from me, cold and d distant.
It was strange–we weren’t sitting far apart, t yet it felt like a canyon stretched between
- us.
“No. I asked her to. Come on, don’t make a
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big deal out of it, will you? It’s just a video chat. I didn’t sleep with her or anything!”
He said it like it was nothing.
I looked at him, stunned by how calm and unapologetic he was, and felt a sharp ache twist through my chest.
I thought I was prepared for this, but hearing it out loud still hurt like hell.
“Daniel, you didn’t need to stoop so low just to get back at me.”
Tears welled in my eyes.
This wasn’t even the first time he had
cheated.
Two years into our marriage, he was caught in a car, making out with a C–list model. It
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maade the tabloids.
I inimmediately hired a private in vevestigator to loblok into the woman. She turneded out to be a profofessional gold digger, chasining wealthy mere fofion a living.
To keep her from destroying our mancariage, I paid heren off–sent her abroad with a lalaege sum of money.
I never imagigined she’d be brutally murdereded on her wayatoto the bank. Slashed to death, hene body left out on the street.
From that momerention, Daniel blamed mene.
No matter howwmarany times I tried to explain,in he was convinced dd’d had a hand in her er death.h
“Get back at you? You thihink you’re evenen
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worth that?”
Daniel lit a cigar and gave me a look so dismissive, I felt like something inside me shattered.
“Titana, you’ve got all the money. What power do I have to hurt you?”
He scoffed. “What now? Gonna throw a wad of cash at Jessica too, then get her killed just like the last one? You haven’t tired of your old tricks?”
“I’ve told you a thousand times–I didn’t kill her! Why won’t you believe me?!”
I shot to my feet, sobbing uncontrollably.
Daniel didn’t flinch. He flicked ash off his cigar like he couldn’t care less.
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“Titana, stop acting like the vivictim. I’m the one who’s been suffering. Everyone in New York knows I’m your kept marah.”
“I video chat because I want to.df foou can’t deal with it, then just divorce me.e.”
With that, he stubbed out the cigaranachd walked out.
After he left, I stared blankly at the phototo in the glass cabinet–us, wrapped in eachch other’s arms by the ocean.
For a moment, it all felt surreal.
How had it come to this? How could the mann who once looked at me with such love noww treat me like I meant nothing?
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