Chloe Miller Jax Peterson Novel My Cheating Pop Star Wife Tried To Ruin Me. She Didn't Know I Was The Real Boss.

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To surprise my wife, I secretly went to her concert.
But backstage, I stumbled upon her and a famous male star, Jax Peterson, in a passionate embrace in the green room.
Jax grinned wickedly, Between me and that useless husband of yours at home, who do you like better?
Chloe Miller, fawning, kissed him, "He's not even in your league, Jax."
Through the slightly ajar door, I tore the new album signing contract she'd always dreamed of into shreds.

Chloe Miller returned home at two in the morning.
She walked into the bedroom, reeking of alcohol, and I was already in bed, pretending to sleep.
Chloe whined playfully, "Honey, I drank too much at the celebration party, my head hurts so bad"
Usually, no matter how late she came home, I'd wait up for her and make her a hangover remedy.
But this time, I didn't even open my eyes.
Chloe thought I was asleep. She let out an impatient hmph by the bed before taking her pajamas to the bathroom.
Then, her phone on the pillow vibrated.
A message from Jax popped up on the screen.
"Baby, it's only been a few minutes, and I already miss you."
Chloe finished her shower and quietly slipped into bed beside me.
Her back was to me, her phone screen still glowing.
Every now and then, I could hear her barely suppressed giggles.
I didn't sleep a wink that night.
The next morning, among the pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom, I immediately spotted her black lace underwear with some unspeakable stains.
As I stared, lost in thought, Chloe came up behind me and frantically snatched the underwear away.
"This is a bit dirty; I'll wash it myself."
She didn't know that when she was flustered, her eyes would blink rapidly.
I didn't expose her, merely mumbling a faint "Oh."
Not long after, her assistant delivered a large bag of fresh groceries.
Chloe said she was off today and wanted to cook lunch for me herself.
She was busy in the kitchen all morning, and the table gradually filled with all my favorite dishes.
This warm scene sharply contrasted with the gloom in my heart.
If I hadn't witnessed her and Jax's affair firsthand yesterday, I never would have believed that Chloe, who once swore to love me forever, would betray me just six months into our marriage.



After only a couple of bites, Chloe hesitated before speaking, "Honey, tomorrow's my birthday"
I put down my forks. "And?"
"I invited some artists from the company over for a birthday party"
I understood what she meant.
"I'll make myself scarce."
Because of her career, we had kept our marriage a secret.
Aside from a few executives at her entertainment company, almost no one knew she was married.
Getting the answer she wanted, Chloe visibly relaxed.
Just as she was about to say something, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, she glanced at me guiltily and took her phone to the balcony.
She returned shortly, looking apologetic, "Honey, I forgot I have an important gig today"
I nodded. "Go ahead."
After Chloe left, I threw all the untouched food on the table into the trash.
When I first met Chloe, she was just a small-time influencer live-streaming her singing on the street.
I was captivated by her looks and voice and actively asked for her contact information.
Soon, we started dating.
Chloe was driven, ambitious, and talented.
After learning about her dreams, I recommended her for a popular talent show.
I leveraged my connections and meticulously planned everything, helping her stand out overnight and become a star under the spotlight.
During one of our dates, I joked, "You're famous now; you must have a lot of guys chasing you."
But she looked at me with deep affection, "You're the only one I love."
Chloe's New Year's wish last year was to marry me. I was so touched that I lost my head. Ignoring my family's objections, I eloped with her that very day.
To better support Chloe, I quit my job and willingly became a stay-at-home husband.
I just never expected that my trust and devotion would be repaid with her betrayal and heartbreak.



On Chloe's birthday, I left early.
I stayed at the library all day, only returning home when it closed.
Faint light seeped from the apartment windows, suggesting Chloe's birthday party had ended.
Forgetting my keys, I rang the doorbell.
Chloe opened the door. Seeing it was me, her face instantly changed.
She lowered her voice, displeased, "Didn't I message you to come back later?"
My phone had died and shut off that afternoon.
Just then, a man's voice came from the bathroom, "Chloe, who is it?"
Jax Peterson
Chloe frantically replied, "No one, just some random guy from the building."
With that, she shot me a look and slammed the door shut.
Along with the door, my last shred of affection for Chloe was also shut out.
I sat on a stone bench in the complex for a long time, until my legs went numb, before I saw Jax Peterson, heavily disguised, emerge from the apartment building and get into a BMW.
Heh, what birthday party? Turns out it was just a party for the two of them.
Chloe found me when I was dozing off at the stone table.
She looked somewhat guilty. "Honey, given the situation earlier, I had to lie please understand"
I ignored her and walked upstairs.
Chloe continued to babble behind me, "Good thing I had a quick wit earlier."
"You know I'm in the prime of my career right now; if it ever got out that I'm married, it would be over."
I suddenly remembered soon after we got married, we were almost caught by paparazzi on our way home.
At the time, I was still shaken. "Good thing we weren't found out, otherwise your career would be ruined."
But Chloe looked nonchalant. "Let it be exposed. I wish the whole world knew you were my husband."
It turns out a person's heart can change so quickly.



The room was a mess.
Trash was everywhere, cake frosting smeared on surfaces, and there were even two half-eaten steaks on the dining table.
It seemed they had quite a "party."
In the bathroom, the scent of shower gel mixed with an odor familiar to adults lingered in the humid air.
I instinctively glanced at the trash can.
Sure enough, nestled among the crumpled tissues was a used condom.
Chloe, however, never noticed anything amiss with me.
She even asked in a coquettish tone, "Honey, where's my birthday present?"
Birthday present?
I had indeed prepared a nice birthday gift for her a while ago.
It was the new album signing contract she had always dreamed of.
The entertainment company only planned to heavily promote one artist in the second half of the year, and this contract was the key to securing that spot.
But that invaluable birthday gift had been torn to shreds by me in her backstage room the night of her concert.
Seeing my lack of reaction, Chloe looked disappointed.
"Did you forget? You haven't been paying much attention to me these past couple of days"
Looking at her sad expression, memories of our past happiness flickered in my mind.
A flicker of doubt stirred within me.
"Which artists came over today?"
If she would just admit it
"All my close friends, of course"
She rattled off a string of artist names without a blush, conspicuously omitting Jax Peterson.
At that moment, my last shred of hope for her shattered.
I took a document from the nightstand and handed it to her.
Chloe's eyes lit up. "Wow, you said you didn't get me a gift, but you were planning a surprise after all?"
I chuckled softly. If she thought this was a birthday gift, then so be it.
Sure enough, when Chloe saw the words on the document, her smile froze.
"Liam, what is the meaning of this?"