THE BILLIONAIRE THEY NEVER SAW COMING

Javier Everhart stood outside the bedroom door, clutching a bouquet of white lilies—the ones Camila had once claimed were her favorite.

He wondered if the past few years had been nothing more than an elaborate joke played at his expense.

His grip on the flowers tightened as he heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from behind the door.

The moans of a woman and a man intertwined, and Javier knew exactly whose voices they were.

His wife. Camila Valverde.

He had planned to surprise her today, but who would have thought that the flowers he brought would be met with betrayal?

"Ah! Honey! Deeper!"

Camila’s voice from behind the door made Javier freeze.

"Better than your husband?"

A man’s voice followed, seeking validation.

Camila laughed, mocking.

"Of course, you’re better in every way. Javier is utterly useless, both in bed and in everything else."

The man let out a booming laugh.

What the crap are they talking about?

Javier clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Rage almost burst his blood vessels.

He wanted to rush in at once, but his legs almost lost control, rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Before he could make any move, he heard Camila speak again, her voice dripping with desire.

"Mateo, darling… is my promotion guaranteed in your hands?"

Javier’s eyes widened.

That filthy bastard?

Mateo Waverly.

Camila’s boss at the company where she worked.

He was a disgusting notorious playboy, because rumor has it that he raped underage girls, got them pregnant, and then used money to settle the matter after

She slept with such a bastard, and it’s just for a promotion?

"Of course. You have nothing to worry about as long as you’re in my arms," Mateo said smugly.

“And besides, my company is about to finalize a collaboration with the prestigious Cortes family group. Once that happens, our family will rise to become one of the top-tier families here!”

Camila giggled, "You're the best, much better than that useless Javier!"

Her sweet voice now made Javier feel extremely nauseous.

Javier barely noticed the flowers in his hand being squeezed out of shape, just like his heart that had been crushed by betrayal.

"I’ll divorce that loser soon," Camila declared confidently. "I’m tired of dealing with him. It’s time to end this marriage."

"A wise decision, dear. I’m lucky to have you."

"That idiot Javier has no idea what’s going on." Mateo laughed mockingly.

“He should just cut off his dick and start wearing skirts!”

“Oh! You naughty! Faster!”

Javier didn’t think as he moved, his body acting with instinct, his heart pounding as he shoved the bedroom door open with a force that rattled the walls.

Camila’s eyes widened in shock at Javier’s sudden appearance.

"Javier!"

Camila's scream tore through the penthouse like shattered glass.

She clawed the satin sheets to her exposed breast, like a whore clutching at last-minute virtue.

Camila instinctively tried to explain, "Javier, it's not what you think. Mateo and I..."

The scene burned itself into retinas: his wife's flushed skin pressed against the leather headboard, her naked boss lounging like a panther who'd claimed fresh territory.

Mateo Waverly didn't even bother covering himself, the jagged scar across his abdomen rippling as he chuckled.

"Wow, loser, I didn't expect you home this early."

Suddenly, Mateo pulled back the blanket, revealing Camila's exquisite naked body.

He grinned and said to Javier, "Poor guy, want to watch a live show?"

"My mistake," Javier’s voice cut colder than Siberian steel.

"I forgot adultery requires appointment slots now."

The tone of Javier made Camila embarrassed and angry.

She stopped explaining, "I must have been blind to marry you. You piece of shit!"

“Mateo was totally different!”

“Different?”

Javier tilted his head, anger flashing in his otherwise unbothered eyes.

"I assume you mean the different kind where he cycles through women like seasonal trends, discards you when he’s bored, and moves on to the next desperate employee willing to trade dignity for a raise?"

“Oh, please.”

Camila rolled her eyes, exasperation creeping into her voice.

“At least I am getting a promotion, and all those beautiful gems. And you? We have been married for three years, but you only sent me this cheap bracelet, calling it a family heirloom. Garbage!”

Camila let out a derisive laugh.

“Mateo’s expert friend appraised it—it’s worthless junk. I threw it away.”

She pointed to the room corner, “That’s where you and your garbage should stay, the trash can!”

Javier's breath stilled; the world momentarily muted around him.

That bracelet had been his father’s, the only piece of his family’s history that he had left.

Camila disdainfully said, "I will divorce you. From then on, I am no longer your wife!"

Javier stared at her, feeling immensely disappointed.

Camila, when did you become such a money worshipper?

He went to the trash can before his mind could catch up. He cannot lose his father’s last treasure.

Bending down, his fingers sifted through the discarded tissues, empty cosmetic bottles and used condoms until he found the cool, familiar weight of the bracelet.

His father’s legacy was abandoned like refuse.

"Wow, really digging through the trash, huh?"

"Guess that’s fitting—since that’s where you belong now."

He spat on Javier's head, who was bowing down searching for the bracelet.