He Betrayed Me Nine Times But There Was No Tenth

For the ninth time, Julian admitted he'd slept with his business partner, Camille Duval—and once again blamed it on work.

I didn't scream. I didn't demand to know how a man with near-clinical germaphobia could keep crawling into another woman's bed.

I stopped demanding location-stamped selfies every thirty minutes.

I even quietly removed the GPS tracker from his car.

When he saw I wasn't making a scene, he pulled me close, voice soft:

"Elena, I swear on everything I've built — there won't be a next time."