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Dumped The Cheating Fiance, Married The Billionaire

Dumped The Cheating Fiance, Married The Billionaire

Seraphine

Last update: 1970-01-01

Chapter 1 Office Affair

  • I found out that my fiancé, Kevin Brown, had been cheating—for a week.
  • Sitting at the international negotiation table, I looked at the photos sent by an unknown number on my phone, feeling like I was falling into an ice cellar.
  • In the photos, my future husband was entangled, naked, with another woman—seemingly inseparable.
  • Sure enough, Kevin was involved with Tiffany Clark again.
  • This kind of situation had occurred more than once in the past week.
  • From the initial anger and shock to the current calm determination, I was ready to leave.
  • But at this moment—
  • I looked at the tense atmosphere at the negotiation table, with representatives from all sides arguing fiercely. As the Vice President of the Brown Group, I still needed to stand firm in this final battle.
  • Taking a deep breath, I forcefully suppressed the tumultuous emotions in my heart and refocused all my energy on the negotiation table.
  • In the end, with a clear viewpoint and strong debating skills, I won this international negotiation.
  • The plane landed slowly upon returning to the country.
  • The first thing I did after getting off the plane was head straight to the Brown Group.
  • My silver high heels clicked on the glass floor—resolute and determined.
  • "Ms. Miller, why are you back so early?"
  • At the entrance to the president's office, Assistant Xiao Liu saw me and hurried over.
  • "President is busy right now, so it may not be convenient..."
  • "Move aside!"
  • Burning with anger, I pushed him aside and forcefully opened the office door.
  • Inside the office, Kevin was sitting on a huge leather sofa, his broad shoulders supporting a custom-made high-end suit. His distinct facial features were sharp and three-dimensional. Tiffany was sitting on his lap, with only a towel wrapped around her. Her white and tender skin was exposed, with a few artificial marks visible on her straight and fair legs.
  • In addition, the sofa was in disarray. Various unpacked food items were piled on the coffee table, and several crumpled tissues were scattered on the floor.
  • It was clear how intense the "battle" had just been!
  • “Lynn?”
  • When our eyes met, a hint of panic was evident in Kevin’s deep gaze, and he quickly pushed the woman on his lap away.
  • “Why are you back so soon?”
  • “She just borrowed the rest area to change clothes, and she drank too much, so she…”
  • Kevin walked over with his long legs, his handsome features softening slightly.
  • “Yes, Mrs. Miller, please don’t misunderstand. Nothing happened between me and Mr. Brown.”
  • When she saw me, Tiffany’s face immediately showed a frightened expression. She shrank back in fear and spoke softly.
  • Kevin frowned and glanced at her, deliberately changing the subject.
  • “Was the negotiation smooth? Are you tired?”
  • Did they think I was a fool? Trying to cover up the affair with such a casual excuse?
  • My fingertips trembled, and I felt like I was wrapped in ice, emitting a chill from the inside out.
  • But my upbringing made me too lazy to argue with this pair of adulterers. I just endured the disgust in my heart and responded with a forced smile, “Thanks to you, everything went smoothly.”
  • Three years ago, Kevin was just a poor boy with nothing.
  • I rebelled against my family’s arrangements to be with him and used all my savings to support his business.
  • I never expected that—
  • Now that he had succeeded in his career, the first thing he did was repay me with infidelity.
  • A week ago, I received a strange text message.
  • A disgusting photo of a bed.
  • I knew it was deliberately sent to me by the so-called new secretary standing in front of me.
  • The daughter of the Clark Group—actually a mistress.
  • But what I found most unacceptable was Kevin’s betrayal.
  • In my mind, scenes of Kevin proposing to me suddenly flashed.
  • He held roses and affectionately said he would only marry me in this lifetime, and promised never to let me down. He even said that if he broke his promise, he should be struck by lightning.
  • How ridiculous and ironic.
  • The fact is, no matter what a man's values or character are, he will cheat—even if he is still good to you, even if… today is your third anniversary.
  • It won’t stop him from cheating.
  • If being struck by lightning were real, how many unfaithful men in this world would already be dead?
  • “Mrs. Miller.”
  • At this moment, Tiffany walked over with a look of grievance, gently holding my hand, her big watery eyes shimmering with tears.
  • “Please don’t misunderstand. I just used the lounge for a while, and I drank too much, so my behavior was a bit out of control. If you don’t like it, I won’t come to Mr. Brown’s office in the future. Just… please don’t be angry.”
  • Her actions were too deliberate.
  • I clearly saw the sparkling diamond ring on her fair finger—
  • A diamond ring identical to the one Kevin gave me when he proposed. It pierced straight into my eyes.
  • My throat tightened, my hand hanging by my side clenched into a fist, my nails deeply embedded in my flesh—but I couldn’t feel any pain.
  • Perhaps sensing my gaze, Kevin also followed my line of sight. Upon seeing the ring, his pupils slightly contracted before he calmly said, “I didn’t expect your boyfriend and I to have the same taste—giving you this diamond ring.”
  • His expression was indifferent, his low magnetic voice carrying a sense of detachment.
  • “What are you still standing there for? Hurry up, change into your clothes, and get to work.”
  • Tiffany nodded obediently, returned to the rest room to change, and soon after left the office—now properly dressed.
  • Maintaining rules. Keeping her distance.
  • She seemed to have the demeanor of a qualified mistress.
  • At that moment, Kevin’s strong chest pressed against my back, his warm breath brushing against my neck as he teased me gently, “Why the long face? Are you angry?”
  • “All right, it’s just a misunderstanding. If you don’t like it, I won’t let her in again.”
  • As he spoke, his moist kisses trailed down, and his hands became more restless, slipping under my clothes.
  • The crumpled papers on the ground seemed to mock me—nakedly.
  • A wave of nausea churned in my stomach.