Julian, tangled in passion with Victoria, suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of unease.
He shoved her off him violently, gasping for air.
Victoria's delicate arm climbed up his chest, and she settled herself into his arms, gently rubbing his chest.
"What's wrong, Mr. Moore? Was it too exciting for you? Can't handle it?"
Her soft, seductive voice brushed against his heart like a fingernail.
The flame that had risen in his lower abdomen pushed away the strange unease he had felt earlier.
Julian reassured himself—Adelaide was at home, she wasn't going anywhere. There was no way anything could go wrong.
Maybe it really was because things had gotten too intense earlier.
Thinking of Adelaide, Julian Moore, amidst his pleasure, felt a pang of guilt.
It was all Victoria's fault.
Perhaps it was because success had come so easily to him. He had secured a prominent investor when he first started his business, and by a young age, he had built an empire. So Julian always felt a strange emptiness inside.
It seemed like he had everything—money, status, love—but life had become as stagnant as a pond.
Then Victoria's appearance shattered everything.
Before her, other women had tried to climb into his bed, but he always turned them down.
He knew the consequences of agreeing to any of them would be losing Adelaide.
But Victoria was different—she had far too many tricks up her sleeve.
The things she did were beyond anything Julian, raised with a strict upbringing and a well-educated background, had ever known.
With Victoria, he had rediscovered the long-lost rush of dopamine.
Their escapades grew more thrilling, and though he worried that Adelaide might find out, he understood Adelaide's personality. If she had found out, she would have caused a scene long ago. There was no way she would be as calm as she was now.
Thinking of this, Julian's unease and guilt vanished.
He smirked, pushing Victoria back onto the bed, claiming he needed to punish her.
So absorbed in the moment, Julian didn't notice his phone buzzing repeatedly.
He had silenced it to avoid interruptions.
After everything ended, he stood up and began dressing.
Victoria, lying on the bed, hooked her foot around his hand, "Won't you stay tonight?"
Julian pulled his hand back to adjust his tie, "I promised Adelaide I'd be home."
Seeing her attempt to keep him there, his tone grew firmer.
"Know when to stop. I warned you not to covet what isn't yours."
He finished adjusting his clothes without sparing her a second glance.
Whether Victoria was angry or not, he didn't care.
After all, women like her could always be appeased with a few luxury goods.
Once in the car, Julian drove while dialing his assistant's number.
"What is it?" Julian asked irritably.
The assistant hesitated, "There might be nothing, but... I saw a video of someone jumping from a bridge. The person looked a lot like your wife."
"I'm glad I could reach you," the assistant added.
