The Supreme Caspian Steele

Chapter [002] — CAUGHT CHEATING

Overwhelmed, he could hardly breathe, questioning his presence in the house.

With caution, Caspian opened the door. He found Amelia, his mother-in-law, and a few guests on a Bohemian-style couch. Spotting Diana's bag nearby, he deduced that she was at home.

“We need you to cook for Lady Sinclair’s 80th birthday," Amelia explained.

Caspian didn’t respond at first but looked skeptical before he asked, “Where will the event be held?”

“Don’t worry about that, just do what I asked, okay?” Amelia replied, her head limply on the couch.

Caspian apologized, “Sorry, ma’am. By the way, where is Diana….”

Amelia interrupted him, saying, “Excuse me! Why are you asking about her? You’re daring me with such a foolish question.”

“It’s alright, ma–”

Quietly, Caspian entered the hallway that led to Diana's bedroom. He consistently heard moans of pleasure as he approached the door. His heart sank as the scent of sex polluted the atmosphere.

Caspian peeked through a tiny opening in the door hinge and saw Diana nude on the bed. She had a man on top of her, moving rhythmically. Before Caspian left, he heard Amelia's footsteps approaching while observing the man fiddling with Diana's bra strap.

“Where have you been for a while? I asked you to cook, not wash dishes,” Amelia's tone changed as she directed her attention to the living room.

“I'm going to do it, and it won't take much time,” Caspian replied.

Checking the time, Caspian saw ten missed calls from Diana and a video call notification from her.

"Hello, sweetheart. Waiting for you. Italian cuisine, wine at Taste Galore," Caspian softly said.

"Busy now. Back soon. Are you home?" Diana spoke, barely taking a breath. Caspian felt intrigued by what could have occupied her time.

“Yeah, I’m at home,”

Caspian, content, suggested, "Let's take a nighttime stroll down the street."

“Hmm," Diana replied with a booming voice, bursting into the kitchen and calling out, "Caspian, are you here?"

"Muah!" Diana playfully kissed him, then leaned on his shoulders, hearts racing in sync.

"Caspian!" she cried out, but he pretended not to notice her presence.

"Are you okay?" Diana asked, concern evident in her eyes. She reached out to hug him, but he refused, avoiding eye contact. Something was clearly amiss.

"Diana, I'm sorry. I won't be able to..."

“Why?” Caspian was taken aback by her statement.

He was caught off guard when she rejected a trip to a restaurant tonight. Caspian, tears welling up, knew his efforts were in vain. She never knew the sacrifices he made for the bookings.

“Sorry, I have an important appointment,” Diana said.

"Hahaha" "Who is this man?" As she prepared to leave, Caspian locked eyes with Diana and showed her a picture on his phone.

"I don't know who you're talking about," her intense gaze goaded her into denial.

Returning to the living room, Caspian found a shirtless man with multiple tattoos lounging on the couch.

“Just stay calm. It’s not what you think, and I can explain everything, okay?” said Diana.

Caspian responded, his voice harsh, “Explain what?”

“I saw you in a room being intimate with another man. Besides that, I’ve been asking you about the owner of the Luxor Hotel and Suites, but you’ve been refusing to tell me. So, why is your name and signature on this job termination letter?”

“Shut your trash. You talk to her with respect.” Amelia shunned him.

Caspian knew Amelia disliked him, but the exact reason remained elusive.

“I’ve always given her the respect she deserves since we got married."

"Haven’t I advised you not to marry this guy?" Amelia chastised Diana.

Amelia's disagreement with Diana and her union with Caspian had created a rift, sowing doubt and discord instead of unity.

"My daughter is no longer interested in this unhealthy relationship. Diana, what are you waiting for?" Amelia interjected, leaving Caspian breathless.

"Don't interrupt," Amelia scolded, but she seemed to have ignored her.

"I don't care if you're going to scold me over a paltry 300 bucks," Diana said, her jaws clenched as she turned to Caspian.

"We don't need people like you, always fussing over expenses. This man, Arthur Collins, CEO of Xceleris Inc. under Nebulon Conglomerates. Tonight, it's $5,000 for one meal." She continued.

"Well, do you mean you want to spend your time with him tonight, and why not with me?"

"Don't overthink it. He's my business associate, so we've always collaborated," Diana explained, raising her brows and exhaling deeply.

Caspian couldn't believe it, and his heart sank. After holding in his emotions for a while, they all hit him at once.

"Who is this man?" Arthur roared.

"Don’t mind him," she replied. "He’s my husband. A fake one," her voice barely a whisper.

"Sorry, honey. I have something to discuss with you," she said, her tone tinged with sadness.

With anticipation, Caspian looked forward to Diana's words, hoping for some good news. He nodded, ready to listen and made a conscious effort to erase the frown from his face.

In the tense silence, Diana, with a subtle, alluring pout, opened a briefcase filled with A4 papers. Caspian believed she was about to reveal an elaborate, high-priced blueprint for her company's upcoming year.

A sigh of exasperation escaped Caspian as he glanced at the divorce agreement, his shock clear.