Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1587

The sea breeze whipped across the empty deck, violently snapping the thin hem of Emmy's shirt. James didn't answer right away. His gaze simply rested quietly on her. The abundant sunlight poured down, sharply illuminating her slightly pale face. He clearly saw the faint scar at the corner of her mouth, and the thick bandages on her wrist that peaked out from under her long sleeves. The wind plastered the fabric against her frame, rendering her baby bump increasingly prominent, radiating a fragile sense of motherhood. An intense, overwhelming ache of tenderness surged in James's eyes. He swiftly unbuckled his tactical belt, stripped off his combat jacket, and draped it securely over her narrow shoulders. Only after wrapping the coat snugly around her did he meet her eyes, his voice deep and unflinchingly honest. "Yes, I heard everything."

Emmy's breath hitched, and she pressed her lips tightly together. She stared into his face, yet she couldn't find even the slightest trace of surprise in his deep, dark eyes. He was so calm, it was as if he had already known about the incomprehensible secret between her and Dean. Emmy's heart sank inch by inch. A mixture of resignation and helplessness instantly flooded her entire body. The humiliation and suffering she had tried so desperately to bury and run from had suddenly been excavated, laid completely bare before him without warning. She instinctively clutched the jacket on her shoulders, her knuckles turning white. "When did you find out?"

James didn't hide anything. He reached up and gently stroked her cheek. "I always suspected you and he were hiding a secret. It wasn't until I captured him this time that I managed to drag the truth out of him."

Emmy offered a helpless, bitter smile. But on second thought, who was James? He was the absolute pinnacle of elite soldiers in the States, a ruthless titan in the business world, and a man of terrifyingly sharp intuition. No tiny discrepancy could ever escape his notice. She had been incredibly naive to think she could keep her past life a secret from him forever. Yet, strangely enough, hearing him admit he knew the truth didn't cause her to break down. Instead, for some inexplicable reason, a long, releasing sigh escaped her lips. It felt as though a crushing burden she had been carrying for years had finally been lifted off her shoulders. She no longer had to shoulder those agonizing, humiliating memories alone. She tilted her head back, her eyes rimmed with red, and asked softly, "So... do you think I'm a monster?"

James felt a vicious tug at his heart. He tenderly tucked a stray lock of windblown hair behind her ear. "You are the greatest gift the heavens could have ever given me. I am so deeply grateful that you came back to the past and chose me."

Emmy stared blankly up at him, drinking in the profound love and heartache written in his eyes. The grievances and terrors that had been dammed up in her heart for years finally broke loose. She suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his firm waist. Tears spilled over her lashes, instantly soaking the fabric covering his chest. "I'm sorry... Hubby, I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to keep this from you or make you feel untrusted." She buried her face against his chest, her voice choked with sobs. "I just truly didn't know how to start such a conversation, how to explain something so bizarre and absurd. Even I find myself in a daze sometimes, wondering if those seven years were nothing more than an awful nightmare. But every time I saw Dean, the things he did reminded me that it wasn't a dream. I couldn't bring myself to say the words. I couldn't bear to personally tell you what I endured during those years... I'm sorry."