Faux Dating Billionaire Fox

“Happy anniversary, bab—” Marie stopped halfway into her husband's study, an eight-inch cake in her hand, her eyes wide.Ronan was naked in his chair, facing the window. One hand on his dick, the other holding a picture.“Tiffany,” he moaned, jerking himself even faster, oblivious to her presence.She saw the picture; a woman in a pink bikini. Tiffany, his secretary, the woman Marie had always suspected.Tears immediately burned Marie's eyes as she froze, unable to move. His moans grew louder, his hand moved faster. His posture changed, he mumbled, throwing his head back.There, she knew he was about to come.The fear of being caught surged into her and she backed away quickly and quietly, returning to the kitchen. She placed the cake down and gripped the counter, her knees buckling as she let the tears drop.“On our… anniversary…” she whispered, her voice cracking.It had been two years of marriage, two years of her trying to reach him, to understand him, to love him.In all that t

“Hey my love,” Paige opened the door, holding a tray of chicken soup.Marie knew what it was because she could smell it. She sat upright, clutching her mother's gown.“It's hot,” Paige said, setting the tray on the bedside table. “You good?”“Yes,” Marie responded with a small nod, but she was far from good.It had been ten weeks, ten weeks of being a single woman, ten weeks of returning to her parents' house, yet she still didn't have the strength to face life.Nothing felt right.“I have something to tell you,” Paige said, perching on the bed.Her brow creased. “What?” “Eat first,” Paige smiled.Marie's stomach dropped. “Paige… just tell me.”“It's nothing serious, I promise.”She eyed her elder sister suspiciously, before picking up the tray. The smell alone made her stomach tighten with hunger.When she was done, she faced Paige.“So?”Paige hesitated briefly, then sighed. “I think… it’s time you went back to work.”Marie immediately shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m not ready

Bruce had no idea what was going on but he enjoyed it somehow.It was her.The redhead from last night. She had disappeared from his bed without a word and was now in his grandmother's estate.“How did that even happen?” Ronan roared, his eyes blazing.Confusion swirled inside Bruce but he said nothing. The rage in Ronan’s eyes did excite him a little.“That's none of your business,” the redhead said, tightening her grip around Bruce's arm.Despite how steady her tone was, her hands were shaky.He remained silent, letting her take control of whatever this was.Ronan took a step forward but the woman beside him quickly held him back.“Let's go,” she said softly. “Your mother is waiting.”Bruce watched as Ronan’s eyes lingered on the redhead before he eventually left.Once they walked away, the redhead exhaled.“Gosh! That was… insane,” she muttered, forcing a tight smile. “Thank you.”Bruce raised a brow. “What was that about?”Her lips twitched. “Well, you don't have to be so rude. I