My Husband Lost Me, His Billionaire Friend Wants Me

Kolton shot upright, visibly overjoyed, and kept bending at the waist in quick, grateful bows. "Thank you… Thank you so much, Mr. Campbell!"

Ryan glanced down at his shoes with clear irritation before turning on his heel and walking off without another word.

Kolton immediately gestured to his subordinates. "Move. Follow Mr. Campbell and bring Lily to him at once!"

Inside a hotel's presidential suite, Ryan emerged from the bathroom in a robe, only to find the bed empty where Rebecca had been moments ago.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered, "She recovered from the alcohol already?"

Right after he spoke, a weak, pained sound drifted from the floor beside the bed. "Ah…"

Ryan stepped closer and found Rebecca trying to push herself up, one hand pressed to her head while the other supporting her weight. A faint, almost involuntary chuckle slipped from him.

Her strength had not yet returned, leaving her body unsteady and uncooperative no matter how she struggled.

Frustrated and dizzy, she reached toward the bed and called out weakly, "Elliot… give me your hand."

Ryan moved in without hesitation, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her upright.

The moment he tried to lower her back down, Rebecca unexpectedly shifted, faster than he anticipated, and looped both arms tightly around his neck.

Pulled downward, Ryan was forced closer until he was looking directly into her misty, tear-filled gaze.

Her voice broke as she looked at him, eyes trembling. "Tell me… did you ever truly love me at all?"

Ryan didn't respond. For a rare moment, he simply froze.

Tears began streaming down her face without restraint. Her lips quivered as she broke down. "If you never loved me, why didn't you just say it? I wouldn't have held on like this… Why did you let me fall this far?"

Ryan remained unmoving, his expression flat and unreadable, offering nothing in return.

When the man in front of her gave no response, it became clear to Rebecca—he had never loved her at all.

Still crying softly, Rebecca lowered her gaze and slowly let her arms fall away.

Then Ryan finally spoke, his tone turning sharp. "So this is what you're doing… throwing yourself away just to get revenge on Elliot?"

Rebecca lifted her head in confusion, still tearful. "What are you talking about… 'throwing myself away'?"

"Why did you go somewhere like that?" he asked coldly.

"What?"

Ryan calmly removed her arms from around him.

"Don't go!" Rebecca suddenly clung to him again, refusing to let go like a child throwing a fit. "You're going to see Lindsay, aren't you? I won't allow it! You're still mine—we're not divorced yet!"

Ryan's brows tightened slightly, a brief flicker of regret crossing his mind that he hadn't sent her straight back to the Burton Estate.

"I'm not your husband. Let go," he said, clearly losing patience.

"You are! Until we divorce, you're still my husband!" she insisted stubbornly.

As he tried once more to free himself, Rebecca suddenly grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his.

Ryan went completely still.

In that split second of hesitation, she hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him down until he was forced onto the bed with her.

Her kiss deepened recklessly, the taste of tears lingering between them as she clung to him. Her hands moved urgently, tugging at his robe in a desperate blur.

Ryan's breathing tightened sharply as he caught her wrists.

A moment later, his body reacted despite him, his breath turning uneven as a low sound slipped out unwillingly.

Grabbing the back of her neck, Ryan pulled her back slightly, his voice rough. "Rebecca… do you even understand what you're doing?"

Sniffling softly, she answered without hesitation, "Of course I do."

"Look at me carefully. I'm not Elliot," he reminded her.

The more he rejected the idea, the more shaken she became—yet she still clung to him. "I don't care. Even if you're not him… I still want you."

Ryan let out a quiet, almost amused breath, his expression turning serious. "You'd better be sure about that… because I won't allow you to regret it later."

Rebecca didn't answer. Instead, she broke free and kissed him once more without hesitation.

Ryan's eyes darkened slightly. Without breaking hold of her, he lifted her and carried her toward the bathroom.

...

The following morning, Rebecca woke up to a pounding headache that split her head.

The instant she shifted, soreness spread through her entire body as though she had been completely drained.

She inhaled sharply. "It hurts…"

Slowly opening her eyes, she instinctively reached to the side, searching for the familiar presence she always expected. "Honey…"

Before she could finish, her gaze landed on a stranger beside her. She froze, gasped sharply, and immediately pulled away in panic.

Sitting upright, she stared at Ryan, still asleep beside her, her thoughts completely short-circuiting.

She had no idea what had happened.

She couldn't understand why a man she didn't know was in bed with her instead of Elliot.

Before she could make sense of it, broken flashes of last night rushed back into her mind.

She remembered going to a bar to drink… then being taken away after someone mistook her for an escort. Everything afterward was blank.

She slowly looked around the room, and horror spread across her face as she covered her mouth.

The realization hit her—someone had slept with her, believing she was a paid escort.