Too Late To Love Me, Billionaire

"Make a divorce papers ready, with my name and Nathaniel's boldly written on it,,” I demanded, my voice came out steadier than I expected. "And I need them fast."I clearly heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. He knew more than anyone how desperate I am right now and I hope he wouldn't go about questioning my decision."Elena," he called, dragging my name out like he was giving me a chance to take all I just said back, "Are you sure about this? Your married Nathaniel for a reason and your parents…”“To hell with what they have to say about it,” I half yelled. “I was pushed into this Marcus. Nathaniel doesn't love me, my presence disgusts him. I wanted to adapt…I thought I could hold it in for a little longer but, I tried,” Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, as I kept sniffing my nose every second.I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the couch. Family survival and bankruptcy. The company my father built from nothing and then drowned in bad investments and worse deci

The welcome home dinner was exactly what I expected, which somehow made it worse.My mother arrived an hour early to "help," which meant she stood in the kitchen and told me everything I was doing wrong while I chopped vegetables and seasoned meat and checked the oven temperature for the tenth time. She didn't lift a finger, of course she never did; but she had plenty of opinions about the salt, the presentation, the timing, and the way I had set the table."Elora always preferred the silver forks," she said, rearranging the cutlery I had already arranged. "And the napkins should be folded differently. You know that."I didn't know that. No one had ever taught me the difference between silver forks and regular ones, because no one had ever cared enough to teach me anything. Elora got lessons in etiquette, piano and French. I got leftover uniforms and hand-me-down shoes and a bedroom facing the wall.I said nothing. I just watched my mother change my work to suit her favorite daughter,

I didn't remember getting out of the car. One second I was driving, the next I was pushing through the hospital's sliding doors, my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. "I'm looking for Marcus Reyes," I said to the woman at the desk. "He was in an accident,someone called me an hour ago and I just need to see him, please." "Are you family?" "No,I'm his emergency contact. Please." She typed something without really looking at me. "Third floor room 314. He's stable." Stable, I held onto that word the whole elevator ride like it was a railing. When I got to his room, I stopped in the doorway, because it wasn't what I expected at all,I'd pictured tubes, machines, his eyes closed. Instead Marcus was sitting up in bed, one arm in a sling, a dark bruise blooming along his jaw, scrolling through his phone with his good hand like he was killing time in a waiting room. "You're on your phone," I said. "I thought you almost died." "I'm bored," he said. "Nobody warns you how

The door clicked shut behind Nathaniel. For a long moment, I couldn't move,the room felt strangely hollow after he left, as though he'd taken all the air with him. The steady beeping of Marcus's heart monitor became the loudest sound in the room, filling the silence Nathaniel had abandoned behind, I stared at the closed door….i should have gone after him. Shouldn't I? Shouldn't a wife run after her husband? The thought came so naturally that I almost laughed. A wife. I'd been one for two years, yet somehow I still didn't know what that word was supposed to mean. “Elena.” Marcus's voice pulled me back,I blinked and looked at him,he was studying me carefully, concern replacing the teasing smile he had worn minutes earlier. “You don't have to stand there pretending you're okay.” “I'm not pretending.” “No?” I let out a shaky breath, “No.” The admission hurt more than I expected. I pulled a chair closer to his bed and sat down heavily. “My whole marriage feels like one long mis

I didn't sleep at all that night.Instead, I lay in the unfamiliar bed of the guest house, staring up at the ceiling while the silence around me grew heavier with every passing hour. The room itself was perfectly comfortable, and honestly, that was the worst part of it,Nathaniel hadn't thrown me into some miserable corner or treated me like a prisoner. He had given me a beautiful space, soft sheets, and every luxury money could buy. Somehow, that luxury only made it hurt more,It proved he knew exactly how to be considerate…he simply never chose to be that way with me. My eyes drifted toward the window as the first pale light of morning slipped through the curtains. For years, I had convinced myself that Nathaniel's distance was just an innate part of his character…that he was a man who struggled to express himself, a man who needed time, or just loved differently but last night, when he opened that door and cold-bloodedly told me to leave, I finally understood the brutal reality.