My Billionaire Ex-husband’s Rival

​“Maybe I was naive. Perhaps I didn't know the world like I thought I did. Maybe I wasn't lucky enough. Love? It destroyed me in the worst way possible.” ​

~Zara POV~

​It was late in the afternoon when I received a message from an unknown number. I stared at it, wondering if the words were true or if the person was playing a prank on me. This was the seventh message I had received in the past months…or perhaps a year. This time, it included an address and pictures. The address I knew too well. It was the same house my husband had gifted me before we got married. ​On my other hand, I held the results. These were the results I thought would change everything…the proof of a new life that would bridge the gap between my husband and me.

​“Madam, please, you're not allowed here! Who are you?” a woman shouted as she tried to stop me from entering the house. I pushed through her using all my strength. She appeared to be the house help. ​

“I'll call security! This is private property!” the lady kept yelling as I hurried down the hallway, determined to reach my destination. With each step, my heart sank. I prayed for it not to be true. It shouldn't be true. I knew him. I lived with him. He told me he loved me. ​“Stop it!” the woman shouted, but I pushed the bedroom door open. ​The world went dark. I couldn’t believe it.

​“Yes, ahh, fuck me, daddy… ahh, fuck me, Wilson,” the woman beneath my naked husband was moaning as he rocked into her. I thought I was seeing things. I hoped it was a dream, but it wasn't.

​“Say my name, baby… ahh… you're so fucking sweet… sweeter than her, princess,” I heard Wilson say. He was moaning the very words he once used on me. They laughed.

​“Oh yeah? Can she do this?” the woman asked breathlessly. She flipped Wilson onto his back and began to straddle him. I stood there, pale, my brain struggling to register the scene.

​“She can't… she's so fucking lazy,” Wilson moaned, holding the woman by her small waist. She was blonde and slim, like a model. “You're so beautiful and young, my love… mmm, you feel so good… ride my c**k!” ​They laughed as they continued. I finally regained my wits. ​

“Wilson!” ​My voice was barely a whisper. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. He turned. Both of them turned. They looked shocked to see me, but the shock didn't last long. Wilson pushed himself up on his elbows.

​“What the fuck are you doing here, Zara?” he yelled with pure disdain. The woman wiped sweat from his forehead and leaned down to kiss him. He didn't push her away. ​

“How could you, Wilson? How could you?” I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't move.

​“Get the fuck out and close the damn door!” Wilson yelled. He had no remorse in his eyes; he didn't even flinch. “Or do you want to watch me fuck huh? Is that it, Zara? You want to watch my beautiful woman do it the way you can't?” ​A smirk crept onto his face as he thrust upward. He grabbed the woman by her hair, positioned her on all fours, and began thrusting from behind.

“Mmm, that’s it, Daddy… Ahh… Take me…” The lady's moans erupted throughout the room. ​“Ahh, so fucking sweet, mmm,” Wilson moaned. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his actions shattering my heart. This wasn't the man I had been married to for five years. This wasn't the man who told me he loved me.

​“You were right, baby,” the woman said between moans. “She's so ugly… mmm, so plain. A CEO like you deserves a beautiful woman!” ​They continued as if I were invisible. I turned away, my body stiff and my legs weak. I dragged myself out of the room. The house help caught up to me and grabbed my arm.

​“Sluts like you go around causing trouble,” she said bitterly. “Do you want me to lose my job?” ​She dragged me down the stairs with force. I couldn’t even defend myself. I glanced around the house and saw three children playing…two boys and a girl. One looked to be the same age as my daughter, Ivy. The other two were younger, like twins. ​

“Get the hell out or I'll call the police!” she tossed me aside once we were outside. ​I was pushed out, landing on the cold pavement with a thud. I felt a sharp twist in my abdomen. A hiss escaped my throat. ​Not my baby, I thought. I struggled to get up, but then I saw the blood. I was only two months pregnant. I couldn't lose this child. ​My vision blurred. Tears made it impossible to see clearly. I slowly made my way to the taxi I had left waiting outside, leaving the mansion behind. My husband was in there with another woman in his arms. What hurt the most was realizing he had three children with her. And the fact that she was living in the same house he made promises to me. ​

“Why?” My voice was nothing but an empty echo. ​I entered the taxi without saying a word. The car started moving. I tried to breathe, thinking I just needed to get home. But what home? The Adams mansion? It was more like hell than a home. Did they know about Wilson? Did they cover it up? All sorts of thoughts ran through me… I just wanted to disappear.

“I'll never leave you, my love…”

“You're the one for me, Zara…no one can separate us,” Wilson’s voice rang in my head; his touch felt real. His dark brown eyes staring into mine. That night he proposed, and his family was happy. I felt like a queen, with her king, but now... He lied; he betrayed me. He shattered my heart into a million pieces without remorse.

And when I arrived at the Adams mansion, my world turned dark all over again at what I found.