He Cheated On Me Thinking My Wealth Was His—So I Kicked Him Out of the Billionaire Game Chapter 03
“And don’t turn yourself into some bitter woman.”
Those two words—bitter woman—landed, and whatever was left inside me went quiet.
I looked at him. “That’s crossing a line?”
Julian blinked.
The next second, I swung my hand and slapped Cora across the face.
The crack echoed through the whole room.
Cora’s head snapped to the side. Five red marks bloomed on her cheek.
I shook out my stinging hand. “You haven’t seen ‘too far’ yet.”
That was it. Julian saw red.
He lunged forward and shoved me.
My lower back slammed into the corner of the desk. I saw stars.
The pregnancy test fell out of my hand.
Julian didn’t even notice.
He grabbed Cora first. Pulled her into his chest.
“Elise!”
“What the hell happened to you?”
The way he looked at me. All disappointment.
Like I was the one who’d done something wrong.
“You used to have such a good heart.”
“Cora had such a hard life growing up. You felt sorry for her, didn’t you?”
“And now you want to destroy her just because she fell in love with me?”
Something about that struck me as funny.
He said I’d changed.
But Julian.
Who turned disgusting first?
I thought back. Way back.
When Julian first proposed, his hands shook so badly he couldn’t open the ring box.
He put the band on my finger with tears in his eyes and said, “Elise, just getting to stand next to you is more than I could ever dream of.”
“No matter how high I climb, I’ll never forget—you’re the one who lifted me up.”
Back then, he was young. Sincere. I was the only one in his eyes.
But now, that face—the one that held my hands and made vows—kept overlapping with the one in front of me. The one shielding Cora. Asking me what I’d become.
And just like that, I went calm.
I hadn’t changed.
The man who swore he’d never make me cry?
He died the day he first betrayed me.
I didn’t say another word.
I turned and walked out.
Behind me, Cora was still crying softly.
“Julian… is Elise really going to destroy me?”
Julian lowered his voice to soothe her. “No. Not while I’m around. No one touches you.”
“But… what are you going to do to thank me? Wear that outfit again? Remember what you called me last time?”
Cora laughed through her tears and playfully hit his chest. “Oh, Julian… you’re so naughty…”
I didn’t stop walking. I pulled out my phone and called our General Counsel.
“Notify the board.”
“Suspend all of Julian Chase’s corporate authorizations. Freeze his assets.”
“And revoke every single one of Cora Mills’s permissions.”
A beat of silence on the line. “Ms. Whitmore… what about Mr. Chase?”
I touched my stomach gently.
“Starting now, there is no Mr. Chase at this company.”
That afternoon, Julian’s access got locked out of the system.
He couldn’t sign off on documents. Couldn’t move money.
Couldn’t even swipe his way into the executive boardroom.
Cora had it worse.
When HR dropped the termination letter on her desk, she went white.
Julian finally figured out I wasn’t just throwing a tantrum.
He called me a dozen times.
I didn’t pick up once.
Eight p.m. I just got out of a board meeting. But my driver didn’t take me home.
The car turned onto a road I didn’t recognize.
I looked up at the front seat. “Where are we going?”
The driver wouldn’t meet my eyes.
