Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 58

Julian was speechless.

Their eyes locked. The silence was eerily calm yet violently chaotic, both desperately trying to rip the secrets from the other's gaze while simultaneously finding nothing.

After a tense standoff, Julian was the first to look away.

He seamlessly closed the file, sliding it to his right, while subtly pushing his phone even further out of reach.

"You're overthinking it."

Julian stood up. "If you have something to say, let's sit over there."

He bypassed the desk entirely, walking straight toward the lounge sofa in the center of the room.

Elara didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained anchored to the phone he had abandoned on the desk.

Right on cue, his screen lit up with another WeChat notification. The sender's name was glaringly obvious: [Vivian].

Vivian had no idea Elara was standing right there in the office. She was deep in the throes of their sexting, entirely immersed in the fantasy.

[I want you too. Thinking about the feeling of you inside me makes my body...]

"..."

The sheer audacity of the message hit Elara like a physical blow. A suffocating blend of bitter disgust and blinding rage flooded her veins.

This was what he called being swamped with work?

She knew Julian had been texting Vivian, but she never imagined it was this kind of conversation!

The CEO of a prestigious tech firm, brazenly sexting his mistress in broad daylight, while his wife stood right in front of him!

Vivian was on sick leave at home. They had only been apart for a single night, yet they were both acting like they were starving to death, practically begging to screw each other through the screen.

She felt sick even imagining how feral they must have been when Vivian was actually here in the office, hovering right by Julian's side...

In public, a single teasing comment from their friends would make them want to sink into the floor.

In private, they were practically joined at the hip, constantly exploring new ways to please each other.

Whenever they were apart, they would text and call endlessly, whispering sweet, suggestive things to each other.

But they had always strictly agreed that phones were a liability. Terrified of losing their devices and suffering social suicide if their dirty texts leaked, or randomly being exposed to friends and family, they kept their digital flirting heavily censored.

Even after getting married, having a kid, and losing their shame, they rarely ever talked explicitly over text or phone calls.

After ten years of dating and marriage, today was the day Elara learned that Julian was actually into digital exhibitionism.

Whether it was the Julian who cheated and ruthlessly schemed to steal their daughter, or the Julian who was preparing to leave his wife with absolutely nothing.

Or the hyper-sexual Julian who acted like he would die if he couldn't get his rocks off through a screen—none of them were the Julian that Elara thought she knew.

She muttered her revelation out loud. Julian, completely baffled by her cryptic outburst, stared at her in total confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"