Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife

Sheila's POV

"Sheila, go to table five and take their orders. It's been very busy today, and you've been standing around doing nothing. Sheila, are you even listening to me?"

"Sheila!"

I was startled when I heard someone shout my name. I didn't realize I was being called. I was just lost in my own world, drowning in sadness.

"Are you alright?" Diana, my coworker, asked.

I quickly wiped away the tears that had slipped from my eyes and forced a smile, "Yes, I'm fine. What did you say?"

She glanced at me for a moment and shrugged, "Well, you need to fix your face and go take the order for Table five."

"Okay, I'll do that right away. Thanks."

I went to the restroom, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I started crying again at the sight of my sad reflection.

How could he do this to me? What did I do to deserve this kind of betrayal?

I took out my engagement ring from my pocket and stared at it, mumbling, "Why is life so unfair to me?” and my mind wandered back to what had happened yesterday; the worst day of my life.

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I had left work quite early yesterday after taking permission from Jake, my manager, to plan a surprise birthday for Alan, my boyfriend.

Because of him, I even agreed to switch shifts, take up extra shifts, and save every penny of my tips in order to afford a customized expensive cake, his favorite wine and a Rolex wristwatch he had always wanted.

All because I loved him.

I got home and used the spare key with me to open the front door since I was sure Alan wouldn't be home at this time of day. I opened the door and was about to head to the bedroom when I noticed the state of the living room.

"What was going on here?" I wondered as I saw a shirt, top, scarf, belt and clothes scattered on the floor extending all the way to the bedroom.These were definitely not here when I left for work.

I was about to head to the bedroom when I stepped on something soft. Looking down, I saw it was a red, padded lace bra and a matching g-string.

What was a woman's underwear doing on the floor of my living room? So many thoughts rushed through my head, but I shook them off, trying hard to think straight.

Could it be that Alan was at home with another... No! Definitely not! Alan wasn't that kind of person! He wouldn't do that! Besides, I didn't see his car in the driveway, so there was absolutely no way!

I shook my head again, trying to clear the myriad of thoughts attacking my brain as I walked closer to the bedroom. Maybe one of Alan's friends came by with his girlfriend, and Alan gave him the key to our house. Yes! That must be it! It wouldn't be the first time Alan had done that, even though I had expressed my displeasure about it so many times.

Alas, I was only deceiving myself when I suddenly heard Alan's voice coming from our bedroom.

“Yes, baby! Oh my! I've missed you so much! You know exactly how I want it!”

I kept hearing noises and Alan's groans coming from the bedroom. My heart pounded, and my fingers trembled as I clenched them tightly, my nails digging into my flesh, not wanting to believe it was Alan's voice.

"If you've missed me so much, why then are you still with that dirty slut, Sheila?" a female voice asked.

I froze immediately I heard my name.

"I only use her to pass time, babe. Her brains are still quite useful to me; the presentations and seminars she has been helping me with, got me a raise at the office. My boss loves her work and has promised me another promotion by the end of the year. Other than that, she's absolutely useless to me."

I held the doorknob tightly, unable to believe what I had just heard. I was just a tool for him to get a raise and promotion at the office? I thought he loved me! I thought we had a strong connection!

Hot tears flowed down my cheeks as I stood there, unable to move an inch. I gripped the doorknob so tightly, breathing erratically as I tried to control the myriad of emotions overwhelming me.

What had I done to deserve this?

"When will you get rid of her? I want you all to myself, Alan. There are a lot of bad things I've learned that I would love to show you," the female voice said seductively, and the next thing I heard was Alan groaning wildly.

That voice! It sounded familiar... too familiar! I took a deep breath, used my other hand to wipe away my tears, and braced myself to open the door. It was now or never!

But what I saw was something I never expected to see. I saw Alan sleeping with Phoebe, my step sister!