All Chapters of Seven Days To Forget The Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anna’s POVThe worst part about being married to Mark Brantley was knowing that he could live his life perfectly without me. I sat across the dining set as I watched him laugh endlessly at his phone. It wasn’t a small laugh either. He wasn’t watching a video so what could possibly make him laugh so loud? A few seconds later, his phone rang. He didn’t give it a second before answering. “You remember that night in Chelsea?” Vicky asked, smiling. Mark smiled back. “How could I forget?” I lowered my eyes. Apparently, there were things about my husband’s life I didn’t even know about but somehow,Vicky knew all of it. I looked up at him. “Who was that?” He ignored me for a while before his eyes finally left his phone. “Hmm?” I knew he had heard me clearly. “The call.” He stared at me for a while before putting his phone on the table. “Vicky.”Of course it was Vicky. Why did I even bother asking? I forced a smile, “I guessed.” He was used to having these kinds of conversations but this tim

Anna’s POV“Seven days.” The words followed me all the way home. They sat quietly at the back of my mind as the car drove through London,sounding louder with every passing second.I looked out of the window, watching the city blur past me, and wondered how something as ordinary as a number could suddenly feel like a countdown. I remembered I had to struggle with just my marriage,now I had serious health issues. My phone vibrated in my handbag. I already knew who it was before I looked. Mark. Of course it was him. I didn’t have a life outside him. No friends, no parties, nothing. For one stupid second, hope rose in my chest.Maybe he wanted to know where I was. I pulled out my phone. It wasn’t even a call, just a text. “Did you send the revised figure to the company?” Not “Are you okay?” Just work. I locked my phone and leaned my head against the window. When the car stopped outside the house, I remained seated for a moment. The familiar buildings stood in front of me, beautiful

Anna’s POVToo many dresses, too many shoes, too many bags. I owned too many things. Too many beautiful things I had bought thinking I’d have enough time to enjoy them.I stood in front of the open wardrobe for several minutes, staring at everything I had collected during my marriage. Some pieces still had tags while others had been worn once and even forgotten. There were dresses Mark had bought for me because he knew I liked them, and there were dresses he had bought because they looked good on the woman standing beside him at an event.I used to care about the difference but not anymore. I picked up a black evening gown and held it against myself. I remembered the night I had worn it. Mark had barely looked at me before telling me we were late. I smiled at the memory. It wasn’t a happy one. By the time I was done, half of my wardrobe was lying across the room. I called Sandra. She arrived an hour later and stopped in the doorway. Her eyes moved from the clothes to me. “Anna…” m

Anna’s POV“Take it off.” I stared at Mark. For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong, because the last thing I expected that morning was for my husband to stand in my doorway and ask me to remove my wedding ring.His eyes were fixed on my hand, and there was something in his expression that made me slowly lower it.“What?” “The ring,” he said again, his voice quieter this time. “Take it off.” I looked down at it, turning the band slowly around my finger as memories came rushing back without permission.Our wedding day, his hand holding mine, the way I looked at him as though I had finally found the person I’d spend the rest of my life with. I had worn that ring through every argument, every lonely night and every moment I had convinced myself that things would eventually become better, so hearing him ask me to remove it now felt strangely ironic.“You want me to take it off?” He didn’t even care about that quest.“You’re the one who asked for a divorce.”“I know.”“Then why are

Anna’s POVThe moment I stepped outside, I realized I had made a big mistake not because I wanted to go back but because I had nowhere to go. The suitcase beside me felt heavier than it had upstairs, and as I stood at the end of the driveway, staring at the road ahead, I found myself wondering what people were supposed to do after leaving a life they had spent years building.I had no answer to that. I only knew I couldn’t stay. I pulled my coat tighter to myself and started walking. I didn’t look back at the house, if I did, I’d remember too much. The windows where I had waited for Mark to come home, the bedroom where I had cried quietly so no one hears, the place where I had once believed I would grow old with him.I kept walking. My phone vibrated inside my bag. I already knew who it was. Mark. I didn’t answer. It stopped for a while then started again. I kept walking. A third call came in. This time, I stopped. I stared at the screen and something inside me begged me to answer.