A Choice to Love My Billionaire Ex Boyfriend

Crystal's POV ''Karen!' Eric's shout for our housekeeper shook the whole house that morning. I trembled from the fact that Eric was displeased about something. I was in the kitchen that morning with Karen preparing Eric's breakfast. Karen ran out of the kitchen on trembling legs. I wanted to cover my ears to avoid hearing what Eric was saying to Karen but I didn't. From what Eric was saying, I knew I was in a lot of trouble. Eric was my husband of two years. I was forced into marriage with him by my adoptive father. I had no one else to turn to that could save me from him and my grandmother needed help. I had to go ahead and marry Eric against my wish. My name is Crystal Martins. The adoptive daughter of Kelsey Martins. Although very few people knew that I was adopted. Kelsey Martins, according to my grandmother, had seen her one day under the rain holding a two-year-old, which was me. Out of pity, he agreed to adopt me and give me his name. He got my grandmother and me

Crystal's POV I tried my utmost best to avoid Eric when he returned from work. I was in the kitchen with Karen when he returned. Adele had jumped into his hands kissing him passionately. Eric had shamelessly kissed her back knowing well that Karen and I were there. I didn't feel any jealousy; all I felt was disgust at the sound their mouths were making, but who am I to complain? Karen and I stood there and watched them kiss. I signaled for Karen to go back into the kitchen while I stayed where I was since I didn't know maybe my leaving would provoke him. 'You stood there while I kissed my girl?' Eric asked me shamelessly after he was done plunging his tongue down Adele's throat. 'I was waiting for instructions. Can I serve your dinner?' I asked. 'Yes. My sweet girl and I will love to eat now,' Eric said, making Adele laugh like the bimbo she was. 'Ok,' I said and served his meal and that of his girlfriend on the dining with the help of Karen, and I made myself scarce.

Crystal's POV I was discharged from the hospital two days after I woke up. Eric didn't call, nor did he show up at the hospital. I was partly glad that he didn't come or call while another part of me was sad that he didn't show up. I knew he didn't care if I died or lived, but he should have at least pretended to care and show up at the hospital, even if it was just once. Everyone knew I was married to the powerful and rich Eric Conner but they didn't know how much I went through just because I have the name Conner added to my name 'Are you alright?' Karen asked placing a hand on my leg. We were in the car taking us home. Eric had assigned a car to Karen before he left. I knew he didn't do that out of love or care for me. He must have done it so that I wouldn't have to get a taxi when I got discharged from the hospital and risk being seen by the paparazzi. Anything Eric did was always for himself. He had never done anything selflessly since we got married. 'I am fine

Crystal's POV 'Why does Eric love this type of dress? Where does he even get them from? The slums?' I hissed as I threw the dress on the floor. Karen picked it up and put it on the bed. Eric loved his women dressed in revealing clothes. It was none of my business until he started making me wear rags, all in the name of fashion. 'If you don't mind. I might have a dress you would love' Karen said shrugging 'Really?' I asked wondering where Karen could get a dress that was worthy of the Conners end of the year party from 'Yes. If you wouldn't mind' Karen said and I asked her to go bring it I did not want to go to the party. Especially since Eric was taking his girlfriend with him. I wouldn't have known about his intention to take her to the party if he had not made the call in the car on our way from dinner with his family. He had received the call and almost got us killed in the process, but thankfully enough, the other driver had been smart enough to apply the break so

Midas' POV Like a regal queen standing in her majesty, my baby stood looking into the swimming pool while her hair flowed down her back like a pool of rare jewel. The diamond studs on her dress caught the beautiful ray of the moon and glittered in the dark, just the way I thought she would look in the dress under the moonlight. I stood there watching her. Unable to resist it, I took out my phone and took a picture of her backside while she stood there like an empress. The sound of my phone camera made her turn and I took another. 'What are you doing Mr Saint Clair?' She asked looking surprised. I didn't answer her immediately because I was checking out the picture I took. She looked so beautiful. 'I am sorry Mrs Conner. I just couldn't stop myself from taking a picture of you. You looked so beautiful that I just needed to keep a memory of the look. I am sorry if I am breaking any rules,' I said smiling at her even if I wasnt comfortable calling her Mrs Conner. 'It is okay Mr