The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband – Episode 39
Sebastian entered the hotel room without touching the drink waiting on the table. Cassie stepped from the adjoining suite in a silk dress chosen to appear accidental rather than seductive. His expression revealed neither surprise nor pleasure.
“You sent the message.”
“I wanted privacy.” Cassie locked the door behind him. “Or should I call you Bash Myers?”
The name confirmed the threat was real. Sebastian asked how she learned it, keeping his attention on exits, cameras, and anything she might use against Natalie. The curtains were closed, a second glass waited on the table, and Cassie’s phone stood angled against a vase as if prepared to record. The room had been staged before he crossed the threshold.
Cassie showed him the recording outside B.M. and the hospital trace leading to Daniel. She had also found the penthouse filing, destroying the last plausible cover story. “You paid the bill, hired Natalie, and moved her into your apartment. Very romantic. Very dishonest.” Each fact was accurate enough to wound Natalie even when delivered without Cassie’s distortions.
“What do you want?”
“What was mine.” She reminded him that their families originally arranged his marriage to her. Natalie had substituted herself because Cassie believed the rumors, but now Cassie claimed willingness to correct the mistake.
Sebastian’s disgust was immediate. “Natalie did not steal your place. You traded it away to save yourself.”
Cassie moved closer. “She married you for money. I’m simply honest enough to admit I want the man who owns it.”
“That is why you will never have him.” He turned toward the door, convinced the meeting had produced no threat beyond greed. Cassie had mistaken the original engagement for ownership and wealth for affection, understanding neither the marriage nor the man she hoped to claim. Sebastian’s only concern was how quickly she might reach Natalie.
Cassie softened her voice. She warned that Lauren planned to expose his identity before the company event and destroy Natalie’s trust. If Sebastian stayed long enough to negotiate, Cassie claimed she could stop her mother.
He paused, not because he believed her loyalty, but because Natalie deserved to hear the truth from him. If Lauren possessed copies of the evidence, leaving without containing them could cost him the one chance to confess honestly. He should have called security instead, yet urgency narrowed his judgment. “Call Lauren.”
Cassie handed him her phone and offered the prepared drink while it connected. Sebastian declined. She pretended to stumble, spilling liquid across his sleeve and the table.
While he removed his jacket, Cassie pressed a sedative-soaked cloth briefly against the cut on his hand, apologizing as though cleaning it. Sebastian pulled away almost immediately, but the fresh abrasion gave the chemical a path. The dose was smaller than planned, yet his balance shifted minutes later and the edges of the room softened.
Sebastian recognized the symptoms. He reached for his phone, only to find Cassie had moved it beside the bed. She blocked his path and began unfastening her dress.
“Natalie will never believe you chose me,” he said, fighting the drug’s weight.
“She doesn’t have to believe you chose me forever. Only for one night.” Cassie guided him toward the bed as his vision blurred. She needed photographs, abandoned clothes, and enough confusion for Natalie to supply the worst explanation herself. Truth could arrive later; by then, trust would already carry a permanent fracture.
Sebastian knocked the drink from the table, creating noise he hoped hotel security would investigate. He managed to activate an emergency alert on his watch before Cassie removed it.
At the penthouse, Natalie called him repeatedly. Each unanswered attempt strengthened the fear he had returned to some dangerous part of his past. Then a message from Sebastian’s phone appeared, containing a hotel address and room number.
There was no explanation, only a photograph taken by Cassie: Sebastian lying across the bed, his shirt open, while a woman’s bare shoulder entered the frame. Natalie stared until the image lost shape.
She refused to decide the truth from a photograph. Sebastian’s secrecy deserved confrontation, but one anonymous image did not deserve belief. Grabbing her coat, she sent the photograph to a private account and ordered a car to the hotel. In room 808, Cassie heard the elevator chime through the hallway and smiled, knowing Natalie was arriving exactly when the scene looked most unforgivable.