My Husband's Live Stream Scandal

Synopsis

The quarterly business live stream was Damien's moment to shine. Fifty thousand viewers tuned in to watch my husband, the brilliant CEO of Vance Enterprises, discuss market projections and company growth. I sat in my home office, watching the chat fill with admiration from investors and employees alike. "Natalie, you're so lucky to be married to such a visionary," my colleague had whispered at lunch earlier that day. If only she knew. I smiled politely then, just as I smiled politely now as Damien's perfectly coiffed hair and practiced smile filled my screen. His navy suit was impeccably tailored, his tie the exact shade of Vance Enterprises blue. Everything about him screamed success, power, control. "Vance Enterprises has always been about innovation," he was saying, his voice smooth as silk. "We anticipate market trends before they happen. We—" The screen flickered. For a split second, I thought it was just a glitch. Then the image stabilized, and my blood turned to ice. The camera had switched to our bedroom. Our bedroom. Damien's private bedroom camera—the one he'd installed to "monitor the security system"—was now broadcasting to fifty thousand people. And he wasn't alone. "God, Natalie is nothing compared to you," Damien groaned, his voice carrying clearly through my laptop speakers. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The woman beneath him—the woman whose legs were wrapped around my husband's waist—was my mother. My mother. "Baby," Eleanor purred, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his shoulders. "I know. I taught her everything, but kept the best for myself." The chat exploded. "What the fuck