THE BILLIONAIRE DESTROYED ME NOW I RUIN HIM

I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door closing.

“Rhys?”

The space beside me was empty.

I pushed myself up, still half-asleep, and found him near the door, dressed in a dark suit. He was adjusting his watch, his attention fixed on the small silver clasp around his wrist.

“Where are you going?”

“Work.”

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “It's barely eight.”

“I have a meeting.”

“Today?”

He finally looked at me. “Amelia, I really don't have time.”

I stared at him, trying to understand how he could sound so indifferent.

Today was our third wedding anniversary. I had expected to wake up beside him, maybe receive a kiss or hear him wish me a happy anniversary. Instead, he was already dressed and preparing to leave as though today were no different from any other day.

“You remember what today is, right?”

His expression barely changed. “Of course I do.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I have something important to handle.”

“Can't you postpone it?”

“No.”

The answer came so quickly that I forced myself to look away.

For weeks, Rhys had been distant. He spent less time at home, barely spoke to me, and whenever I asked what was wrong, he blamed the expansion of his company. There was always another meeting, another business dinner, another urgent matter that required his attention.

I had tried to believe him. I really had. But something about the way he looked at me lately made that increasingly difficult. It wasn't just the distance. It was the feeling that he was somewhere else even when he was standing right in front of me.

“Will you be back tonight?” I asked.

“I don't know.”

“Rhys—”

“I said I don't know, Amelia.”

The sharpness in his voice silenced me.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he picked up his jacket and walked out. A moment later, I heard the front door slam.

I remained on the bed, staring at the closed bedroom door. He had left on our anniversary.

I looked down at my wedding ring and turned it around my finger. The diamond caught the morning light, shining brightly against my skin.

Three years.

Three years of marriage, and I suddenly felt as though I was standing on the outside of my own life, watching it change without my permission.

I swallowed and pushed the thought away. Maybe he really was busy. Maybe I was overthinking everything. I had to stop assuming the worst.

My phone rang before I could think about it any longer. I reached for it and answered without checking the number.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Knight?”

“Yes?”

“This is the hospital. We're calling to remind you about your appointment today. Your pregnancy test and check-up.”

I went still.

“My appointment?”

“Yes. We'll be expecting you.”

“Oh. Right. Thank you. I'll be there.”

After the call ended, I lowered the phone slowly. My hand moved to my stomach.

For the past few days, I'd been wondering if I was pregnant. I'd noticed changes in my body, but I hadn't wanted to get my hopes up before confirming anything. I hadn't told Rhys either. I wanted to be certain first.

And now, on our anniversary, I was finally going to find out.

A smile touched my lips.

Maybe this was what we needed. Maybe a baby would give us a reason to find our way back to each other.

The thought warmed something inside me. I imagined Rhys holding our child, his usual serious expression softening as he looked down at the tiny face. I imagined telling him the news and seeing the surprise in his eyes before he pulled me into his arms.

Maybe things would change. Maybe we'd become the couple we used to be. I glanced toward the door. I wished Rhys had stayed long enough for me to tell him.

Then I got ready and headed to the hospital.

The doctor's office smelled faintly of antiseptic. I sat across from the doctor, my hands clasped tightly in my lap while he looked through my results. The seconds seemed to stretch. I tried to read his expression, but he remained focused on the papers in front of him.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to me.

“Mrs. Knight, I have good news.”

My heart began to race.

“Your pregnancy test came back positive. You're pregnant.”

For a moment, I simply stared at him. The words seemed to hang in the air. Then a breathless laugh escaped me.

“I'm pregnant?”

He smiled. “Yes. Congratulations.”

I covered my mouth, my eyes stinging with happy tears.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the results with trembling hands and left the office smiling. I was going to have a baby. My baby.

The thought made everything else seem less important. Even Rhys's coldness. Even the way he'd walked out that morning.

I wanted to tell him immediately, but then I thought of the anniversary dinner I'd planned. Maybe I could surprise him. Maybe, when he saw the results, he'd finally smile at me the way he used to.

I stopped at a few stores on my way home, buying balloons, decorations, and some of his favorite things. I spent more time choosing the details than I probably needed to, but I wanted the evening to feel special. It wasn't just our anniversary anymore. It was the beginning of something new.

By the time I returned, it was already evening.

I instructed the cook to prepare dinner, including Rhys's favorite meal and a dessert. I chose wine for him and orange juice for myself.

No more alcohol for me until the baby arrived.

The thought made me smile again.

Upstairs, I showered and changed into the dress I'd bought earlier. Then I helped arrange the dining room, placing the decorations carefully and checking the table more than once.

Everything had to be perfect, I adjusted the candles, straightened the napkins, and glanced at the clock. Rhys wasn't usually this late. But perhaps he'd finished his meeting and decided to come home after all.

I touched the small envelope containing my pregnancy results, which I'd placed beside my plate. I couldn't wait to see his face.

I was carrying the last dish into the dining room when I heard a car pull into the driveway.

My heart lifted.

Rhys was home.

I hurried to the entrance, smoothing my dress and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I reached for the handle and opened the door.

My smile disappeared.

Rhys stood on the other side, but he wasn't alone. A woman stood beside him. I knew her face immediately.

Jasmine Cole.

My former school and college bully, The woman who had made my life miserable for years.

The woman I had never expected to see standing at my front door, let alone beside my husband. And now, she was standing there on our anniversary.

I couldn't move.

My eyes shifted from Jasmine to Rhys. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. Jasmine, however, smiled.

It was a familiar smile, the kind that had always made me feel as though she knew something I didn't.

Something in my chest tightened.

“Rhys?” I whispered.

Neither of them answered immediately.

I looked at Jasmine again, hoping there was some explanation that would make sense. A business connection. An unexpected emergency. Anything.

But the sight of her standing so comfortably beside him made my stomach twist.

I had spent the entire day preparing to celebrate our marriage and share the happiest news of my life. Now, I couldn't even understand why she was there.

Rhys's gaze remained fixed on me. Jasmine's smile widened slightly. And as I looked between them, I knew one thing.

Whatever was happening, my carefully planned anniversary was no longer going to end the way I'd imagined.