Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 68

Julian couldn't shake the feeling that Elara's words carried a venomous double meaning.

And that they were deliberately aimed right at his chest.

But when he studied her face, she looked perfectly relaxed, displaying no obvious signs of a woman who had uncovered a devastating secret.

Maybe he was just being paranoid and overthinking things.

The video kept playing, transitioning into a deep dive on the cheating husband's twisted rationale.

Terrified that Elara would rope him into analyzing it further, Julian bolted upright. "I'm going to take a shower."

Despite his words, he didn't move immediately. He just stood there staring at her quietly, as if anticipating something.

If Elara heard him, she gave no indication, refusing to so much as lift an eyelid.

An indescribably bitter taste bubbled up in Julian's chest. Scowling deeply, he let out a cold scoff and turned on his heel.

The bathroom door slammed shut. The very next second, the video's audio cut out completely.

Elara exited the documentary, swapped to her secure file manager, saved the exported surveillance videos safely to her drive, and locked the tablet.

Julian had already showered at Vivian's place. Originally, his plan had been to simply change his clothes before checking on Melody, but getting triggered by Elara's legal documentary had made him completely forget.

It wasn't until he had stripped bare and stood under the scalding spray of the showerhead that the realization violently hit him.

Since he was already in there, Julian had no choice but to scrub himself down a second time.

Likely spurred by the paranoia from the documentary, a terrifying thought crossed his mind: the body wash Vivian used smelled nothing like the brand they kept at home. Had Elara noticed the scent earlier?

Consumed by suspicion, Julian aggressively washed his hair again, dragging the process out for another ten minutes to strip any lingering perfume from his skin.

When he finally emerged, Elara had already put the tablet away and was leaning against the headboard, idly scrolling through her phone.

Opening Elara's chat, he hastily scrolled through their recent logs, confirming his worst suspicions.

Lately, whenever he announced he wasn't coming home or simply ignored her texts, Elara rarely bothered to follow up. Her routine 'take care of yourself' felt like a hollow, corporate sign-off—cold, robotic, and entirely devoid of affection.

It wasn't just Elara. Melody's messages, from her endless stream of voice notes to her frantic video calls, had plummeted significantly as well.

Tonight was the most glaring example yet.

In the past, Melody would bombard his phone the minute he got off work, demanding to know his exact ETA.

If he dared miss a promised deadline or failed to check in, she would relentlessly spam him with calls and video requests.

If he ignored those, she would obliterate his inbox with a tidal wave of furious voice notes and crying stickers until he finally surrendered and replied.

Tonight, he had sworn he would be home by nine-thirty. Nine o'clock had come and gone, yet he was nowhere to be found and had left her messages on read. In spite of that, Melody had only sent him two lonely voice notes.