Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 70

Elara spoke slowly, a faint, chilling smile playing on her lips. Every single syllable fell like a sledgehammer, violently smashing into Julian's guilty conscience.

Over the past few days, she had been ruthlessly collecting evidence and analyzing her and Julian's joint financial standing. She had audited his publicly verifiable assets but had yet to breach his personal bank records.

She had fully expected Julian to be showering Vivian with gifts, but she never imagined that a casual, sarcastic probe would immediately expose million-dollar expenditures.

Whether it was for her or for Melody, Julian had never once been so obnoxiously generous.

He dared to preach about his company's desperate financial crises while effortlessly blowing millions on a mistress.

Even if he was draining his private accounts completely unrelated to Ark Solutions, he seemed to have completely forgotten that they were still legally married. Half of his so-called private money belonged to her.

Had Julian bothered to consult her before hemorrhaging their joint marital assets on obscenely lavish gifts for another woman?

"What are you talking about?"

Julian recovered his composure instantly, fiercely denying the accusation. "Who else would I possibly spend my money on besides you and Melody?"

Elara's stare remained dead and frosty. She didn't offer a single word of rebuttal; she simply watched him squirm in silence.

Julian blinked rapidly, maintaining his facade of utter innocence. "It's just that the company's financial health is in bad shape right now. Every single dollar counts. So when you suddenly demanded a mansion or a million-dollar wire transfer, a sum that massive legitimately terrified me."

As he spoke, he stood up, rounded the foot of the bed, and sat down right next to her. Grabbing her hand, he gently squeezed her fingertips—an old, familiar gesture he always used to coax her out of a cold war—his tone turning sickeningly sweet and cautious.

"Anything you want, I'll memorize it. Once the company recovers its footing, I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Elara allowed him to stroke her fingers, but she didn't offer an inch of verbal comfort. She merely stared deeply into his lying eyes.

Julian met her gaze and eagerly doubled down on his desperate performance. "You can pick the house yourself. A massive estate instead of a condo. Absolutely no budget limits—just pick whatever makes you happy."

He had planned to ruthlessly divorce her with a meager half-million-dollar settlement and a modest condo to toss her out on the street, yet here he was, suddenly acting like a billionaire philanthropist.

"Is that so?"

Elara shot back with a dazzling, dangerous smile. "I figured you were just furious that I was interfering with your spending habits, and your fragile ego couldn't take the hit."

Julian's face darkened with instant displeasure.

They knew each other inside and out, which was why Elara had always possessed an impeccable sense of boundaries, perfectly navigating what to say and what to avoid.

She had never, ever thrown out a reckless provocation like this before.

Had she eaten gunpowder for dinner today?

Having made her point, Elara backed off before he could explode. She turned over and settled into the mattress. "I have to blow up balloons with Melody tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."