Mommy, I want the billionaire CEO as my DADDY!

She glanced at her watch for the seventh time after ending the call with her husband, who assured her he would be at the party venue.

It had been hours, and Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez was growing weary. The guests were getting impatient, and their expressions weighed heavily on her, sinking her mood.

 Mr. Rodriguez, her husband who she thought would never disappoint her on their anniversary, did not show up for the party he planned.

To make it worse, it was also her birthday as well. They got married on her birthday, three years ago.

"Will he make an appearance?" inquired a tall woman dressed in white, her gown reaching just above the knee. With Isabella opting for a red outfit at the party, white became the chosen color for the guests.

"I don't know anymore, Manuela" Isabella answered, rubbing the back of her neck. She did not want to tear up in public. Everyone will understand that her perfect man wasn't as perfect as they all thought.

Three years ago, Mr. Rodriguez, the city's most eligible bachelor, tied the knot on this day.

 It wasn't a love marriage; they crossed paths at her mother's party, facilitated by their mothers' shared hometown connection.

The marriage proposal, initially presented as a joke by his mother, swiftly turned into reality, and she quickly assumed the title of Mrs. Rodriguez.

It happened so fast they did not get to know each other but Mr. Rodriguez was a gentleman. The first year of marriage, he made everything easy, and she fell in love with him.

The second year, she started noticing some ill habits, such as keeping late nights, promising to do something and failing to do it at the last minute.

However, Isabella never imagined he wouldn't show up at their anniversary party. Both his colleagues and friends were present to celebrate with him.

"I think we should wait. It could be that the traffic got hold of him again", Manuela suggested. She did not want to kill the little hope her dear friend had that her husband was going to show up.

"Okay, you may be right. The traffic…", Isabella paused, taking a deep breath. She did not think about it. It could be that he finished work late since he was the manager of Cherinfs, the largest juice company in town.

After a few minutes, some of the guests got tired of waiting, and they came to offer her the gifts they had brought. Isabella was embarrassed. She could not lift her head up. Mr. Rodriguez was going to pay for this. It was better he came up with a very good excuse this time.

Isabella accepted the gifts on their behalf, and she dismissed them with a promise that they would meet tomorrow and celebrate again.

She was no longer in the mood to celebrate today.

"I will call Rodriguez's secretary and ask if he is still at the office," Manuela said, as she opened the purse in her hand.

"Do you think he is fine?" Isabella was worried. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears and only God knew what was stopping them from rolling down her cheeks.

"He better be," Manuela took out her phone and unlocked it. She dialed a number and made a quick call. Two minutes later, she turned to Isabella. "She said he left work about three hours ago."

Three hours ago? Isabella was confused. She called him an hour ago, and he told her that he was still at work. Was the secretary lying or… no, Rodriguez won't lie to her.

She believed he was a late comer but not a cheap liar.

"And that he went home" Manuela added, avoiding her friend's gaze. She knew how much Isabella loved this man. He wanted to mess up everything in one night.

Isabella tried to digest everything within five minutes. She picked up her bag and keys on the table. "I'm going home, Manuela."

She hurried out of the hotel and called upon the security to bring her car from the parking lot. In no time, it was right in front of her. Manuela joined her and they drove home together.

In the beautiful mansion of Mr. Rodriguez, which was every woman's dream mansion. He was the most wanted man in the city and even though she was married to him, women still made passes at him.

Mr. Rodriguez's car was parked outside. There was another red Toyota which did not belong to them. Maybe he had a visitor and it seemed urgent. That's why he did not tell her about it. Or…he forgot about it. Or was she making excuses for his failures? He was wrong about not showing up at their anniversary party.

Together with Manuela, Isabella entered her home. The living room was dark and she could barely see anything.

Mr. Rodriguez was not in the living room with his visitor, neither was he in his study room.

Isabella's heart skipped a beat when Manuela proposed checking upstairs. She couldn't bear the thought of him bringing another woman into their marital bed. Surely, he wouldn't do such a thing.

Nevertheless, they went upstairs and as they drew closer, strange noises came from the bedroom which belonged to Isabella.

It was the bedroom she shared with her husband for three years. Isabella got rid of her heels so that she wouldn't alert him.

"Yes, baby. Go deeper…yesssss!," the woman inside kept screaming in pleasure. Isabella halted in front of the door, recognizing the familiar voice.

"Isn't that Sheila, your husband's best friend?" Manuela whispered.

Isabella nodded, sensing an urge to step back and keep her innocent gaze. Despite that, she pulled the door open. The room was illuminated, revealing her husband entangled with Sheila, his alleged best friend. They lay exposed, devoid of any sheets.

Isabella shivered as coldness ran down her spine. Her heart raced, threatening to escape her mouth as she discovered her husband shamelessly cheating on their marital bed.

The lovers were surprised to see the women at home all of a sudden. Rodriguez, a red-haired handsome man, pushed his body away from Sheila and sat up. He tried to hide himself with the bedclothes.

"It is not what you think, Isabella," he told her.

Manuela was surprised that he wanted to lie in this situation as well. She rolled her eyes. Men…what did they think when the word women popped up in their head? Fools or morons?

"I-I thought you were still at work," Isabella managed to ask. She did not know what to say to this cheat anymore. He broke her heart into pieces without giving it a thought. "How long have you been cheating on me with this wo…"

"Hey, do not call me this woman," Sheila chimed in. She used one of the pillows to cover her body. "I'm more important than you think. Do not let that stupid ring on your finger or the fact that your mother likes you get into your head."

"What?" Isabella was surprised that this woman was bold enough to say this to her face, after what she had done.

"Yes, didn't he tell you about us?" Sheila asked, and when no one answered her, she continued "we have been dating for six years now. His mother did not want us to get married, so I asked him to marry him instead… to cool the heat and get his inheritance."

"Shiela stop it,' Mr. Rodriguez warned. He tried to stand up from the bed, but Sheila held him back.

"Stop what?" she asked. "Your wife has caught us. It's high time we told her the truth". Sheila turned back to the women standing by the door. "To cut the story short, to hell with her mother's rules. We are getting married so that in the future Rodriguez will not be an illegitimate child."

"You are pregnant?" Manuela asked, as though she did not believe that the woman was saying the truth.

"Of course, bitch. Your friend is barren. She can't give him a child…she should be grateful I did," Sheila laughed. She got up from bed with the sheets wrapped around her.

She walked to where Isabella stood and said "You think you got this? No, you didn't. All those trips he went on… those late nights he kept were for me. You are nothing but…"

Isabella slapped her face. It was like a TV show, where the villain says a lot of rubbish get slapped by the female lead "you won't benefit anything from a man who cheats on his wife."

She turned to Rodriguez, who was surprised by her actions. Isabella was not a rough person, neither was she the type to hurt even an ant "I will divorce you this very minute. We are no longer married. You will get the papers first thing tomorrow morning and I don't want any money from you. Bye."

Isabella left the house immediately. She did not want to spend another minute there. Tomorrow morning, her lawyer will bring the divorce papers. Her driver will pick up her bags as well.

"Whatever you did back there was epic. I can't believe that he did that," Manuela said as they walked towards the car. She was surprised that her friend was not crying. Was it good or bad? She had no idea, but anyone in that situation would shed tears.

"Get in the car," Isabella insisted, eager to escape the distressing scene.