THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 260. THAT WASN'T ME

In the room, Deandra was sobbing. She had just talked to her husband and asked him to be faithful but soon even circulated the news of her affair. He did not want to believe the news but after seeing the photos and videos made his heart ache. ‘Why Verrel?’

‘If you want to vent it, I won't be angry if I don't know! I know what kind of man you used to be, there's no way you can hold him back.’ Deandra whispered.

‘But why is this so? You hurt my heart, humiliated your family!’ her crying is getting louder. He buried his face in a pillow and cried bitterly. ‘How will I face the people out there after this? How are the kids?’

 'It hurts my heart!' his hand pressed against his chest which was painful. 'Who is that woman? I'm not sincere you're with another woman!' he screamed while crying.

Yuna just got back home, “What are you guys gathering for?” asked as he entered the kitchen and saw the servants gathering and whispering.

“Once of Bu Yuna! Madam rampaging.” replied a waiter.

“What? Wh why? What happened?” yuna asked with a serious face. "Is the madam scolding you?"

“No. Hasn't Bu Yuna seen the news that just went viral?”

“What news? Say it! You just got back, I haven't seen any news.”

“It. News of your affair with a woman is going viral everywhere.” replied the waiter iut thrust his phone at Yuna.

After reading and looking at the photos, Yuna frowned because she felt that the man in the photo was not Verrel. Yuna had worked there for many years and she recognized Verrel very well.

“This hoax. You do not interfere in the affairs of the employer. You better get back to work.”

“What is hoax? Madam went berserk and wanted to go see Mister. We have never seen such a mistress before.”

“Where is the mistress now?”

“There's room. It was fortunate that Dena could calm him down and bring him back to the room. We were very worried because the madam had not recovered.”

“Already. Don't believe news like this anymore.Master is unlikely to do such a disgusting thing. He loves his wife very much.”

“But this looks exactly the same as Mr.” said another waiter who still does not believe.

“If I told you it was hoaks ya hoaks! Go there! Finish your work. No one talks about this until you yourself clarify this news.” Yuna said.

Yuna who was worried immediately contacted Verrel and told him what happened at home. “Where is my wife?” ask Verrel.

“The lady has returned to her room Sir but I heard she is still crying.”

“I'm on my way home now. Try to calm Deandra first.”

“Good, Sir. Um...”.

“There's more?”

“What a man in----”

“Not me!” verrel said quickly and then disconnected the call. His heart started to fret over Deandra. She glanced at her two slumbering children in the babyseat. ‘There's this moreover? I have to leave tonight, instead comes a new problem.’

As soon as Verrel got home, he rushed in. “Bring Nathan and Naomi to her room.” she told her two babysitters. Then he half ran up to the top floor and went into his room. She saw Deandra lying in bed with trembling shoulders, she was still crying. Verrel glanced at his wife's personal servant and with a hand code asked her to leave. He sat on the bed and stroked his wife's back.

Plaakkkp!

Deandra brushed off Verrel's hand and opened her eyes staring intently at the man. “Go!” angry shouting. “Keep your hands! Don't touch me!” he screamed while sobbing.

“It's clear you're wrong! Hence apologize.”

“No! Not like that, I'm not the man in the photo.”

“I don't want to hear anymore! Just go! You hurt my heart Verrel!” sobbing. “You're disgusting! I don't want to see you! Go!”

“Hei...” Verrel gently clasped his wife.”Are you jealous? You don't trust your husband anymore? When do I meet another woman? I'm always at home with you and I just go out to the office.”

“You lied! You could've met another woman out there! You'll have many apartments, you could have brought them one of your apartments.”

“Apartment? Which one?”

“Alaaa. Didn't you always take your women to your apartment? Did you forget how it used to be?”

“Enough! Don't accuse me recklessly. I haven't touched another woman since we got married. I love you and love our children. Sit down, let me explain. Do not follow your emotions without wanting to know the truth.” said Verrel again soften his voice.

Deandra did not budge, she did not heed her husband and continued to cry. “Sstt. Have you seen the photos and videos well?”

“Already! Disgusting!”

“Are you sure it's your husband, hem? Take another look.”

“You're really outrageous Verrel! Did you tell me to look at that disgusting video again?”

“I want to show you something so you can believe it's not me, baby.” Verrel persuaded.

Slowly she turned Deandra over for fear of hurting her scar. “You can't do this, your wounds haven't healed properly.” Verrel kissed his wife's forehead after Deandra turned and lay on her back in Verrel's arms. “You know my body best, every curve of your husband's body you must have memorized right?” verrel blinked his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Do I have a tattoo on my hip?” verrel asked Deandra again, who answered him with a bundle of his head, but he still did not understand.

“If you really saw the video, surely you understand what I mean dear.” said Verrel then grabbed his phone and played the perverted video. “Try to see, is that really me? This guy has a tattoo on his hip! Is that really me?”

Deandra notices Verrel's finger showing the man's hip in the video, there's a tattoo on his hip and it's very clear that it's not Verrel.

“Ta-but very similar to you.” said Deandra lirih. Her crying immediately stopped after noticing the figure of the man in the video.

“Do you believe me now? I'll never touch another woman.”

“Hem...saf.” Deandra pursed her lips, feeling guilty about accusing her husband and not believing him. “I'm sorry.”

“Yes, it's okay. That's why I don't care about the news. Only prankster work.”

“Your own fault, have a handsome face!”

“Ha ha ha ha....so you don't like my face anymore?” verrel Goda.

“Like. But your handsome face brings trouble!“ deandra. “Who exactly did that?”

“I've guessed the guy but I'm still waiting for news from my men who are investigating this. Never mind, do not think again.” Verrel's hand rubbed the tears on his wife's smooth cheek. “Are not sad anymore? I'm leaving for Switzerland tonight. I want to see my wife's smile.” Verrel brought his lips closer to Deandra's lips and poked her.