My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 132: Does sleeping with me make you so uncomfortable?

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Does sleeping with me make you so uncomfortable?

The man chuckled, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Miss Wilson, you know, you’re really lucky. You just called me during the day, and tonight, I’ve come across the very thing you’ve been wanting most."

The phone rang twice before a woman’s voice came through, "Alright, quit the suspense. What have you found? Spill it!"

"You know, tonight is really eventful! First, Young Master Johnson and that woman Chloe Simpson returned home. Then Chloe’s husband, Lucas Hughes, showed up pulling a suitcase."

"You know, this apartment complex I’m in is the marital home of Chloe and Lucas. Imagine how a man must feel watching his wife cheat on him right before his eyes."

"But, there’s something curious—the situation doesn’t seem to be what I thought. Lucas went upstairs with his suitcase and came back down with the same suitcase. No noise was heard from upstairs at all."

"Typically, in this kind of not-so-upscale apartment complex, the soundproofing isn’t great. I should be able to hear noises from upstairs."

"I even went upstairs during that time, leaned in near their door to listen, but it was perfectly quiet inside. Not long after that, Lucas came down, dragging his suitcase as he left."

The man laid out all of this in detail, and the woman on the other end of the phone immediately asked, "What about Alexander Johnson?"

"Oh, Young Master Johnson is still upstairs and hasn’t come down yet. The sky’s about to brighten—it seems the Eldest Young Master has had quite a restless night."

The man glanced at the upstairs room where the lights were still on, then looked toward the sky.

"Alright, I’ve got it. Keep watching. Make sure you get everything on record and gather what I want. If you pull this off, it won’t just be a million—I’ll make sure it’s ten million."

The woman raised her eyebrows, smirked, and then hung up the phone.

Three days ago, she had overheard a conversation between her father and grandfather.

It was then that she learned her father and grandfather had always been planning for her to marry into the Johnson Family.

And the intended partner, of course, was Alexander Johnson, the Young Master Johnson.

The famous Crown Prince of the Capital Circle, and future inheritor of the Johnson Family’s legacy—he was undoubtedly the ideal choice.

As for the woman in question, she was none other than Selene Wilson, the only heiress of the Wilson Family.

The Wilson Family had been firmly rooted overseas for years, spanning three generations. Now, the Wilson Family was the largest overseas trust fund company.

But as the saying goes, fallen leaves must return to their roots. The Wilson patriarch had long made plans to move back to their home country.

However, with the Wilson Family’s foundation so deeply entrenched overseas, returning wasn’t going to be easy.

Breaking into the domestic market in a short timeframe seemed impossible as well.

Therefore, after prolonged discussions between Selene’s grandfather, Cassius Wilson, and her father, Alaric Wilson, they decided that Selene Wilson should marry Alexander Johnson.

On the very day she learned of this, Selene hired a private investigator in the country to dig into this Young Master Johnson.

Truth be told, she didn’t want to return to her home country, nor did she want to marry Young Master Johnson.

She had spent so many years living abroad that she’d grown accustomed to it and didn’t want to return, not one bit.

She couldn’t for the life of her understand why her grandfather and father were so adamant about going back, especially when life overseas was perfectly fine.

After all, their domestic trust company had only suffered some minor setbacks—hardly an insurmountable situation.

Upon hearing about the marriage arrangement that day, Selene confronted her father, suggesting she should handle breaking into the domestic trust fund market herself.

But her father wouldn’t agree, no matter what. Even when she made a sworn promise, he refused.

Left with no alternative, Selene resorted to investigating Alexander Johnson.

But what she discovered was nothing short of an unexpected revelation.

For someone like Young Master Johnson, the first thing came from Mrs. Johnson, who publicly announced that her eldest son didn’t like women. Anyone who could "straighten him out" would receive a reward of five million, with no strings attached.

Not long after, there were rumors of Alexander Johnson being entangled with a married woman.

Ha, when she heard that, Selene was livid. Her grandfather and father actually wanted her to marry such a man.

She’d rather die than marry him!

To sacrifice her lifelong happiness for the Wilson Family’s advancement, for her brother’s career, and for their yearning to return home? Why should she?

Why should she, as a daughter, bear such a sacrifice when her brother could easily take her place?

Just because she was a woman? Ridiculous!

No way!

She swore to take control of everything before returning to the country, gaining complete initiative and dominance in this arrangement.

Yes, she couldn’t change her grandfather’s or father’s desires.

But she could absolutely change this marriage decision. That was her resolve!

On the other side, Chloe Simpson and Alexander Johnson remained totally unaware of these machinations.

They didn’t even realize Lucas Hughes had come and recorded a video of the situation.

After a night of passion, the pair had slept soundly, deeply entwined.

At six-thirty in the morning, Chloe’s phone alarm went off—it was her usual wake-up alarm for work.

She glanced at her phone, turned off the alarm, and intended to sleep more, but as her hand fell, it brushed against another person’s hand.

Chloe instinctively tensed, and her eyes flew open, seeing Alexander Johnson next to her. The tide of memories from last night came rushing back in torrents.

Chaotic gasps, shameful pleading, bending her body in surrender, and the glaring marks left on her skin—a collage of sensations wrapped around her throat like an invisible hand, choking her.

How could she have been so vile?

Just from being drunk, she had succumbed, indulging so wildly with Alexander Johnson.

Or was it that deep down, she was inherently so wanton, so disgraceful!

When Alexander Johnson woke up, he saw Chloe sitting upright on the bed, clutching her head in her hands, fingers tangled in her hair, her face etched with regret, anguish, and self-loathing.

"What’s wrong? Did sleeping with me cause you that much pain?"