Abandoned By My First Love, Contracted To A Billionaire

Oliver 

“Lucas is going to be back today,” Matthew said, his attention fixed on the files in his hands.

I looked up from the cup of coffee I had barely touched. “Lucas?”

“Yes. He’ll be arriving this afternoon.” Matthew paused, then added, “With my sister.”

I didn’t even know what to say. I simply stared at him, trying to understand why he was telling me this. It wasn’t as though Lucas’s return had anything to do with me. At least, that was what I had been telling myself for the past two years.

“Okay,” I eventually replied, lowering my gaze to the coffee.

I could feel Matthew gaze on me. “Don’t get any ideas, Oliver. His return doesn’t change anything between us, and I don’t want you making this into something it isn’t.”

I tightened my fingers around the cup. “Yes, Mr. Fletcher.”

“Good.”

That was all he said before returning to his papers.

Lucas Parker.

My first love.

It was almost ridiculous how hearing his name could still make me feel strange. It had already been two whole years since everything happened, since the person I thought would stay by my side had become the very person I couldn’t understand. I had spent so much time trying to convince myself that I was over him, that I no longer cared about where he was or what he was doing. Yet, the moment Matthew mentioned his return, every little memory I thought I had buried came rushing back.

Such a pity. After all this time, Lucas was coming back.

I didn’t even know if I had truly forgotten him. Perhaps I had only gotten better at pretending that I had. There was a difference, wasn’t there? Forgetting someone meant their name no longer mattered, while pretending meant you simply learned not to react whenever you heard it.

And I wasn’t sure which one I had been doing.

“Oliver.”

Matthew’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked and turned towards him.

“Are you listening?”

“Yes, Mr. Fletcher.”

“Then go upstairs and get dressed. I’ve had some clothes prepared for you. We’re leaving for the airport shortly.”

I glanced at him, confused. “The airport?”

“Where else would we be going if we wanted to welcome them?”

I hesitated. “You want me to come with you?”

Matthew placed the documents on the table and finally gave me his full attention. “I just told you Lucas is returning with my sister. Do you expect me to go there alone when you’re supposed to be accompanying me?”

I lowered my eyes. “Yes, Mr. Fletcher.”

I stood, carefully placing my untouched coffee on the table before heading upstairs. My steps were slower than usual, and I couldn’t help wondering why Matthew had decided to take me along. Was it simply because he wanted me there, or was there another reason?

Whatever it was, I didn’t want to make assumptions.

Matthew had always been clear about the boundaries between us. There were things I could do as his husband, and there were things I wasn’t supposed to misunderstand. Our relationship had its own terms, and I had no intention of forgetting them.

When I entered the bedroom, I found a neatly arranged outfit waiting on the bed. A cream-coloured shirt, dark trousers, and a matching jacket. Beside them was a pair of shoes and a small box containing a watch. Everything looked expensive, as usual.

I stared at the clothes for a moment before letting out a quiet breath. I picked up the shirt and began getting dressed, taking my time as I buttoned it up and adjusted the collar. The trousers fit perfectly, just as everything Matthew bought for me always did. I slipped into the shoes, fastened the watch around my wrist, and ran a hand through my hair before approaching the mirror.

My reflection stared back at me, looking no different from the usual appearance I had grown accustomed to. My chestnut hair fell messily over my forehead, and my face still carried the same gloomy expression. Even after two years, I couldn’t say I looked any happier. Perhaps I had simply gotten used to seeing myself that way.

I adjusted my collar one last time before picking up my phone and heading downstairs.

Matthew was already waiting by the entrance, checking something on his phone. He glanced up when he heard my footsteps, briefly examining my appearance before putting his phone away.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He walked out first, and I followed him towards the car. However, just as I reached for the passenger door, Matthew got there before me and opened it.

“Get in.”

I paused for a second before quietly sliding into the seat. It wasn’t always like this. Matthew wasn’t the type of man who went out of his way to make me comfortable or treated me like someone he was particularly fond of. Most of the time, he only needed me around when it involved his business deals, public appearances, or whenever he wanted company for his own pleasure. Outside those moments, we hardly had much to say to each other.

So, his small gestures still caught me off guard sometimes.

I swallowed and settled against the seat as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. A moment later, the engine came to life, and we drove out of the compound.

The ride to the airport was quieter than I expected. Matthew occasionally checked his phone, while I remained by the window, watching the buildings pass by. I tried to keep my mind occupied with anything other than the reason we were making the trip, but it was difficult when one particular name kept appearing in my thoughts.

Lucas.

What would he look like now? Had he changed much? Would he recognise me immediately if our eyes met? I couldn’t help wondering whether he would even care to see me after all this time. Maybe he had forgotten everything that happened between us, or he had moved on and built a life that had nothing to do with the person he once promised to love.

I pressed my lips together and turned my attention back to the window. There was no point thinking about questions I might never get answers to.

By the time we arrived at the airport, Matthew pulled into the parking area and switched off the engine. He stepped out, and I followed, adjusting my jacket as we made our way towards the arrival section.

There were already quite a number of people waiting, some holding their phones while others stood beside their luggage. I looked around briefly before my attention settled on a young woman walking towards us.

There was no mistaking who she was.

Matthew’s younger sister.

She looked so lovely and lively, with her bright smile and hurried steps. She was almost the complete opposite of Matthew, who rarely showed much emotion even when he was in a good mood. But seeing the way his expression softened the moment he noticed her, I could tell he was genuinely happy to see her.

“Matthew!” She called out excitedly, practically rushing the remaining distance before throwing her arms around him.

He caught her with a small smile. “Easy. You’re going to knock me over.”

“I missed you!” she exclaimed, pulling away just enough to look at his face. “You couldn’t even come to visit me once?”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You’re always busy.”

Matthew let out a quiet chuckle, and I found myself looking away. It was strange seeing him smile so freely. I was so used to his usual cold expression that moments like this almost made him look like a different person.

“Where’s your luggage?” he asked.

“Over there. Lucas is bringing it.”

My fingers stiffened.

I slowly turned my head towards the direction she had pointed, and my eyes immediately widened.

There he was.

Lucas Parker.

He was walking towards us, pulling a luggage trolley with several suitcases arranged on it. His appearance was a little different from what I remembered, but there was no mistaking him. The same face, the same familiar features, the same person I had once known better than anyone else.

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t even move. I simply stood there, staring at him as though my eyes were playing tricks on me. Then, just as he lifted his head and our gazes met, I gasped and quickly pulled my face away.

My heart began pounding painfully against my chest.

I lowered my head, pretending to be occupied with my phone, but my fingers were trembling so badly that I could barely hold it. I could still feel his presence nearby, and the thought of him recognising me made my stomach twist.

It had taken two whole years for me to get used to his absence, and now he was standing only a few steps away from me.

How was I supposed to greet him?