Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 587

Emmy shook her head without thinking.

Then, a memory clicked.

“Isabel came over this afternoon.”

She tried to remember exactly what happened. “We just chatted in the living room. I don’t think she ever went into the bedroom.”

“You don’t think?”

James’s eyebrows pulled together.

Emmy jumped in to explain. “I was texting you at the time. She did step out of my sight for a minute, but it was super quick. She really didn’t have time to sneak into our bedroom.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “What’s wrong? Is there something I should know about the bedroom?”

James couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. That feeling of being watched was almost overwhelming.

But as he looked around the bedroom again, the feeling vanished, almost like it had never been there at all. Maybe it was just his imagination.

He didn’t want Emmy to worry.

“It’s nothing.”

His voice softened again as he got up. “I’ll go get you a towel.”

Right then, under the vanity table, the tiny bug’s red light faded out.

Miles away, Isabel yanked off her headphones, breath coming in sharp bursts. Her nerves were still rattling. James was way more alert than she’d thought.

All she wanted was to see if Emmy had lied to her. And to find out if that firefighter was really Jamie.

It took half an hour for her hands to stop shaking. Only then did she put her headphones back on and switch the bug on again.

But this time, the voices she heard weren’t talking.

The sounds in her ears made her cheeks burn and her heart turn icy cold.

A man’s heavy, ragged breathing, mixed with a woman’s helpless, broken whimpers. The whole thing tangled together, raw and intimate, impossible to ignore.

Isabel gripped her palm so tightly it hurt. Her own body tensed with a rush of emotion she couldn’t control.

After what felt like forever, the noises faded away.

Then she heard the man’s voice.

It was nothing like Jamie’s.

This one was low, rough, but filled with gentleness and affection.

“Honey, how was it? Did you like it?”

Emmy’s reply was tired, her voice soft and stuffed up. “...I’m too tired to talk.”

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