All Chapters of My Unfaithful Lover: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EMMA'S POV I tried to make it through the rest of the day at work, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what I saw in Daniel’s office. Veronica’s laughter, her hand on his arm, the way he didn’t pull away—it all haunted me. I stared at my computer screen for hours, unable to focus on anything. When the clock struck five, I grabbed my bag and headed home, hoping the familiar comfort of our house would ease my turmoil. As I stepped inside, I noticed the lights were on. Daniel was already home. My heart clenched. Maybe this was my chance to talk to him, to confront him about what I saw and get the truth. I set my bag down and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the conversation. But then, something caught my eye. Clothes were scattered across the floor of the living room—Daniel’s shirt, a pair of pants—and then, there it was. A bra. Not mine. My breath hitched as dread pooled in my stomach. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to convince myself that I was jumping to conclusions,

SIMEON'S POV The bar had become my second home. Ever since Veronica left me, I’d been drowning my emotions in alcohol. It was the only way I knew how to cope. I never used to be this way, but something in me broke when she walked out. I didn’t know it then, but that heartbreak set me on a path I never thought I’d walk. Three years ago, if someone—anyone—had told me that I’d be a billionaire today, I would have laughed in their face. Me? A billionaire? I could hardly imagine it back then. But Veronica... she changed everything. Her departure, as painful as it was, lit a fire in me. I started working harder, thinking smarter, and pushing myself beyond limits I didn’t even know I had. The pain she left in me was what made me who I am now—the richest man in New York, as of yesterday. But no matter how much money I had, no matter how many deals I closed, it didn’t fill the emptiness inside me. I still drank. I still felt the sting of what I lost. I never thought I’d care about another wo

EMMA'S POVI stepped out of the building, the cool evening air hitting me as I made my way to the sidewalk. My heart was still racing, and I could hear Simeon’s voice calling after me, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I was done with all of this—done with him, done with Daniel.I hailed a cab and slid into the back seat without a second thought. “Take me to Pixel Forge Studios,” I said to the driver, trying to push the chaos of the last few hours out of my mind. As the cab pulled away, I stared out the window, my thoughts a tangled mess. It wasn’t until we reached the company that I felt the weight of everything settling in.I paid the driver and stepped out, heading straight for the parking lot. I needed my car. I needed space. I needed to get away from everything that had happened.After a short drive, I pulled up in front of my Aunt’s house in Queens. She was the one person who never judged me, and I needed her now more than ever.As I walked up the front steps

EMMA'S POV It had been four days since Simeon’s last text message, and those words still lingered in my mind. He had made his feelings clear, and it was obvious he wanted me. But I didn’t want to seem like a woman who was too easy to win over. No, that wasn’t me.I stayed at my Aunt Grace's house, ignoring his calls and countless messages. His persistence was unrelenting—sweet words, loving texts, even apologies—but I didn’t budge. I convinced myself that his inability to see me was only because he didn’t know where I lived. That gave me a bit of peace, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about him.Today, however, I decided to stop hiding. As I stepped out of bed, I made up my mind: I was going to work. I couldn’t avoid the world forever.After a quick shower, I stared at my wardrobe, searching for something that would make me feel confident. My hand rested on a deep red gown, fitted to the point where every curve of my body would show. Perfect. I slipped it on and dabbed on some li

EMMA'S POVIt wasn’t long after Simeon and I had finished talking when I heard my name. Aunt Grace was calling. The urgency in her voice startled me, and I felt my heart tighten. “Emma, come quickly,” she said, her words filled with tension. I didn’t hesitate. My feet carried me to the living room where Aunt Grace sat, looking perfectly fine on the couch.“What’s wrong?” I asked, breathless and panicked.Aunt Grace shook her head, her expression calm. “Nothing’s wrong with me,” she said, her tone almost dismissive. “But you might want to look at this.” She gestured toward the TV with the remote in her hand.I followed her gaze and froze when I saw the headline plastered across the screen:“Emma Trenton Caught Cheating to Ruin Her Husband’s Life.”My legs wobbled as if they couldn’t bear my weight anymore. The words on the screen felt like knives stabbing me repeatedly. My breath caught in my throat, and a wave of dizziness washed over me.Aunt Grace’s voice seemed distant as she asked