In love with the billionaire’s ex wife

I fell to the chair, staring at the paper. After 21 years. After everything I have endured in this Marriage thinking it was going to get better some day. I was really waiting for my happy ending. Agatha came and sat next to me. I could see the worries in her eyes."What do I do?" I said, blank staring at the paper."You have to fight for your marriage, don't give up now."Agatha had a point, I wasn't ready to let Lorenzo go. I loved him so much. Despite how poorly he had treated me, my love for him was still strong. "You are right, I need to save my marriage." I stood up.Agatha nodded with smiles."I'll be back," I said, rushing out."Where are you going?!" I heard Agatha's voice."To save my Marriage!" I shouted. When I got outside, I saw Carlos standing beside my GLE, so I insisted on taking my white Porsche. "Carlos, can I have the key to the Porsche?""Going somewhere ma'am?""Yeah. But I'll drive there myself.""But ma'am, that's my job.""It's fine Carlos, relax. I'll driv

During dinner I forgot my plight. But now, I wasn't able to sleep. Everything replayed in my head. It had been a long night. The morning bell rang, and woke me up. The Christmas song playing downstairs was banging my head. And I just remembered that Christmas at my mother's house wasn't so peaceful. It was a disturbance of joy. I rose from bed, and surprisingly saw My luggage inside my little room. My room was exactly how I left it, but it was cleaner than I recalled. I changed into another sweatshirt and went downstairs. I saw Martha dancing with her family. This put a smile on my face, but it also made me sad. Michael might not be as rich or as handsome as Lorenzo, but he is a caring husband, and he loves his family. How did I make the wrong decision to marry Lorenzo? Was it the money? Was it the fame? Was it his looks? No! I could have sworn he loved me from the depth of his soul, just like I did. I remembered how he would always call me at night to hear my voice, and how he never

KELVIN. I just got back from school. Just like every other student I decided to come home for Christmas. But unlike every other student, I wasn’t happy at all. My parents house isn’t a home. Since I was 10 years old I have always wanted to run away, but anytime I try to, I think about my little sister. I wasn’t going to leave her alone with my so-called parents. As soon as we arrived home, my driver stopped the car and called my attention. “Sir, you are home.” I scoffed when I heard him say home. I look at my Dad’s Mansion. It’s huge, but it can not contain the sadness it brings. I take off my headphones, then I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. My driver, Michael, helps me get my bags from the car trunk. As soon as I stepped into the house, “Kelvin!” My 11 year old sister, Cassy rushes and hugs me. “Hey,” I squeeze her tight. I have really missed her. “Welcome sir,” Cassy’s Nanny, Mary, says. She is one of the nicest people I have ever met, and I’m so glad I g

“Happy anniversary,” Lisa’s Nana says to Sarah. Ohh Wowww. Sarah gives a slight smile which I find weird. They all start to wish them happy anniversary, but Lorenzo seems to be the only one to reply, Sarah just gives a weak smile with her head down, eating her food. I can tell she’s not happy about it, because the smile she’s putting on is totally different from the one she had when she saw Lisa. But why? Why would anyone not be happy about their anniversary? Except the couple are like my parents. But if they are, Lisa would have mentioned it to me, since I like venting about mine. Well maybe they had a minor issue. I mean, couples fight right? It’s normal. Well, I don’t know what’s normal about relationships because my parents' relationship is crazy. “How long has it been?” I ask. I really want to know if they were married before she gave birth to Lisa or if they had Lisa first and then they decided to get married. Things aren’t adding up. I’m surprised at myself, why in the world a

“What was that?” Kelvin turns to me. “I’m so sorry, it just came out of my mouth.”“Seriously? I don’t know how I feel about you using me as an excuse not to be around your husband,” he blurts, and that just makes me want to crush him. Does he always say whatever he thinks? He is meddling in my marriage and I don't like that. I tighten my face and clench my teeth, staring at him with knitted brows. “Come on, I could clearly see you were avoiding him.”“So?!” I ask with open arms and wide eyes. This does not concern him. “Stay out of my marriage!”“Okay, okay, calm down. It’s Christmas, and we don’t want to upset Santa, do we?” He says. I place my hands on my waist, glaring at him and breathing heavily like an angry bear. About upsetting Santa, I think I already have, otherwise why would he give me a divorce paper as my wedding anniversary gift and also a Christmas gift.“Fine,” I mumble, and roll my eyes.“Okay then. See you,” he says, walking to the door. “Hey Sarah…” he turns to