Second Chance With Her Ruthless Billionaire Husband

ANYA'S POV: 

“Harder Adrian!! Harder!!! Ahhhhhhnnn!!!” Nyssa moans in an unabashed tone. 

My hand flies to my mouth as I find it hard to believe what I'm hearing. It doesn't take a genius to guess that the people in the office are having sex. 

My ears literally start to bleed at the continuous and loud moans. I'm not naturally a prude, but seeing that it's my husband in the room, I guess my reaction is justified. 

“Oh! Oh! You feel so good Adrian!!” She moans loudly once more, confirming that I hadn't heard wrong the first time. 

My heart drops to the bottom of my stomach, and goosebumps suddenly erupt all over my skin. My heart is almost ready to beat out of my chest. 

I'm overcome with immense fear as a part of me wants to escape from here before he finds out that I'm aware of his affair, but another part of me knows that I can't ignore this. 

Tears fill my eyes and start rolling down my cheeks in torrents. I continue to cry silently as my husband fucks his secretary who is also his childhood friend. I experience a shortness of breath, and my hands tremble around the handle of my bag. 

I've always had my suspicions about them, but they all made me feel stupid for even suspecting him at all. Now I wish I had followed my instincts. Then I would have been able to avoid all this. 

The emptiness of the large foyer of my husband– Adrian's office leaves me feeling hollow. All his employees as well as his friends are at our son's one year memorial service. Where he should have been present, but instead he's in here fucking his own secretary. 

I was also present, bending over and giving into his mother and sisters every single wish and order just like I've always done just to keep the peace while hoping that they might like me one day. 

Overhearing the other villagers blame me for the death of Nico was too much to bear coupled with the whole decorations of the large room had me spiralling towards a mental breakdown. 

After being plagued with nightmares where I see my dead son, and periodic debilitating feelings of sadness, I couldn't bear their taunts anymore. 

I snapped. I called all of them out, and when Thalia – Adrian's sister – had tried to do damage control I doubled down. And then I escaped the room and ran here, to seek solace in the arms of the man who has hated me all these years. 

Irrespective of my love for him, he never treated me in the same regard. My mouth squeezes into a bitter line, and I hang my head low in despair and depression. 

My hands lift of their own accord, and soon I find myself turning the knob of his office door and pushing it open. 

They are both startled, and they try to cover up, but when they see that it is me, Nyssa becomes smug while Adrian just stares at me with a snarl on his lips. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Adrian asks with a heavy frown on his face as he pulls away from Nyssa, righting his clothes. His tone lacks the usual remorse that is common to cheating spouses. It's almost like he does not feel bad for what he's done!! 

I swallow heavily as I stare at him through blurry eyes. Suddenly, my reason for leaving the memorial service doesn't seem good enough anymore. Bow I not only have to mourn my son, but also the death of my marriage. There's no going back from this. 

“Your mother and Thalia wouldn't let me put up the decorations I wanted.” I say in a hollow tone, my voice barely above a whisper. My lips tremble in complete devastation, my shame very clear to them. 

“Is that fucking all?! Well it isn't my fault you are a weak piece of shit that can't stand up for herself.” Adrian says in a heatedly as he practically vibrates with anger. He is completely red, and the veins in his neck are literally popping out. 

After years and years of trying to get our sex life back on track, I eventually gave up after Nico died. I was too broken to even consider the thought of seeking satisfaction elsewhere, but apparently, Adrian didn't have the same problem. 

“Go easy on her baby, you know she is a bit slow.” Nyssa says while snickering in disdain. She rises from the desk and moves closer to him, wrapping her hands around his waist. 

Just looking at her brings back years and years of shame and feelings of inferiority brought about by the constant comparison by Adrian's family. What is it about her? Why is it that I could never measure up? Is she prettier? Hotter or smarter than me? Maybe that's it, because what other reason would justify their treatment of me? 

My hands ball up into fists by my side, my nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to slap the smugness off her face. My eyes narrow on Nyssa who looks more amused than ashamed. My anger towards her cannot even start to be described. 

My gaze closes in on her hands roving over his body, and I'm attacked with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. “Did you ever love me, Adrian?” I ask as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. 

Adrian scoffs as he sizes me up, “Do you really think I will ever love a pathetic human like you?! You were given to my family as a repayment of debt, and that's all you will ever be. You were never worth much anyway.” 

My heart shatters into a million pieces, and whatever was left of my self dignity is destroyed to smithereens. I nod my head in acceptance as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. 

The pain in my chest is so intense that I suddenly start to feel numb. At some point I feel like I might pass out just from the cruelty of his words. The torture is so unbearable that I stumble backwards. 

“Excuse us, Nyssa. I want to discuss with my wife.” Adrian finally says, his lips curling into a sneer at the word “wife”. His lips are turned downwards, completely unfazed by my very visceral reaction to his betrayal. 

Nyssa pouts in an infuriating manner as she leans closer to him pressing her lips on his. They proceed to kiss very heavily while I'm forced to avert my eyes from them at the physical pain of the whole thing. My stomach continues to hurt, and forna second I fear that I might vomit the contents of my stomach. 

“I will come find you, babe.” Adrian says to her in a sickeningly sweet tone that he has never used on me. I realise with deepening sadness that I've never experienced this side of him, and I probably never would. Maybe because I'm not deserving of it. 

Nyssa's smile dies on her lips as she turns towards me. She slams into me just before she exits the office. Her perfume still lingers in the room even after she's gone, a direct mockery of who I will never be. 

A part of me wants to lunge after her and claw her eyes out, while the other part is incapacitated due to my weakened muscles caused by the sadness at my betrayal. 

Adrian doesn't say another word as he heads towards his desk, pulling out a file and throwing it on the floor. His eyes are glued to mine, not even sparing a glance at the papers strewn all over the floor. 

“Since you are already here, this is as good as anytime.” He says in snidely, his lips curling up in an aggressive snarl. 

“Don't bother about fighting for any of the Vasilis family’s property. The prenuptial agreement states that unless you’ve been married to the family for a minimum of ten years, you can't get anything.” Adrian says through gritted teeth, his words serving as a warning.  

So even after all this time, he still believes that I'm a gold digger. Even after I made sure not to demand anything expensive from the family or even wear expensive things, he still sees me this way. 

With shaky legs, I walk towards the file thrown on the ground and I read the heading. My hand flies to my mouth to cover the sob that's about to break free. My eyes are blood red, and it's kind of hard to see through all the tears. 

“DIVORCE PAPERS” 

A self-deprecating smile takes over my lips and I wish I could say I'm shocked. I should have expected that Adrian would do this. Of course I'm still the villain in his story irrespective of everything his family has done to me. 

My heart breaks into a million pieces, and I just know that I will never recover from this. I will forever remain broken. This is what I get for loving a man unconditionally. 

I crouch low as I pick up the papers before taking out a pen from my bag. I don't read the words on the papers as I sign on the dotted lines. My tears which fall onto the paper smudge some of the words, but I don't even bother to clean it up. 

“Are you happy now? I've given you what you wanted.” I say, my words bleeding with exhaustion as I place the papers on the desk in front of him. I squeeze my hands tightly together as I try to stop the trembling. 

He stares at me with a look of confusion on his face before nodding with a snarl on his lips. 

“You immediately lose all access to everything that once belonged to the Vasilis family.” Adrian says in a coldly as he stares me down, probably expecting me to react or say something, but I don't. 

I turn my back on him, not saying another word as I exit his office and then the large building. I don't allow myself to cry until I'm inside my car. I start the car with no particular directions in mind. 

I keep asking myself why I let Adrian Vasilis and his family treat me like scum all this while. I kept trying to be the perfect wife and daughter in law that I lost myself in the process. 

I'm too focused on the gut wrenching pain in my chest, and the rolling of my stomach that I don't notice the six wheeler truck currently barrelling towards me until it's too late. 

My heart twists in horror as I realise that the truck is just a few meters away from me. I match down on the brakes continuously as I'm overcome by soul crippling fear, but the brake doesn't work. 

“Oh god. Oh god please let me not die here!!” I pray in complete fear and agony, my words filled with mind numbing desperation as the car completely spirals out of control. 

My eyes widen in shock and immeasurable fear as the truck literally slams into the front of my car, sending my car careening backwards. 

The last thing I remember before I lose consciousness is the expression on the driver's face. His eyes are narrowed, and he has an evil smirk on his lips. 

‘But I will never know who put out a hit on me seeing as I probably won't make it out of thus alive.’ The words ring through my head with a sickening realisation.