Romans & histoires Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel

My chest tightens painfully as I stare at the screen, frozen, Derek and Anastasia are walking in first, and his hand is wrapped around her waist like it belongs there, like it has always belonged there and then I hear it. “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Addams in the building, the world’s youngest billionaire!” The words hit me like a slap. Mr. and Mrs. Mrs. My heart sinks even deeper as the reality settles in, sharp “Also, as a special guest, we will be having Mr. Daniel Victor Aiden, a renowned nutritionist, in the room with us!” The crowd erupts into applause, I let out a hollow, humorless breath, of course. Of course this is happening.

The plan that had been in place before the first conversation and the ninety seconds it had taken for the plan to become irrelevant. I told her about the full scale of the wealth. The real number. Not the softened version or the managed version but the actual figure that put the word billionaire in a different category entirely and required a different word that didn't exist yet so the people closest to him had invented one. I told her about Kelvin's gym and the photograph Ella had found and the three second silence on the phone when I had asked whether Maria had ever met Kelvin. I told her about the call at midnight. I'm still marrying you.

Megan: I sent you the money, naughty girl. You won! I told you he cares for you. I know you don’t remember what happened, but let me tell you this: he scooped you up and carried you into his arms. He glanced at you like you were the most beautiful girl in town (even if I was there!!), and assured you that nothing was going on between him and his ex. You’re such a lucky girl! I hope this makes your head spin more. Xoxo

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

"I found out few days before our wedding was cancelled. I didn't want you to feel that I'm marrying you for your money. I'm sorry....." "I'll have you know that this news is very disheartening Thea and what would it matter if I helped you? Isn't it what I'm supposed to do? We were supposed to not keep things from each other if you can remember Thea!" He said to her. "But you keep on doing it every. Single. Time, I hope you like it the way it is then. I pray I would finally feel content knowing that the only reason attaching you to me is gone. She's gone," he said to her before walking out of her place.

Before he could tell her to leave, she said, "Did you ask me that day what I was doing in this office?" Her question made him frown. "I did not want to leave my previous job. Do you know why I left there?" She turned to look at his confused expression and said, "The news about my divorce spread, and I became a joke overnight. I was so overwhelmed by the thought of starting a family with you that I did not realize how people were talking behind my back. They thought you were too good for me and I did not deserve a man like you. I still would have stayed strong, but then their teasing turned fierce as some men said I was not good in bed, some women said I can not even keep my husband happy

“You’re good at it, the ruthless billionaire part. But don’t let it take over again.” “I won’t,” I promised. “This is different now, it’s for us. For Lily. Not for ego.” She nodded, her hand resting on my chest. “I believe you.” We sat like that for a long time. The city lights twinkled outside. Lily slept peacefully. It felt like we were finally getting somewhere. But later that night, as I was checking my emails before bed, a new alert popped up. A fresh article had dropped. The headline read: “Damon Sterling’s Ex-Mistress Speaks Out Again: Claims She’s Still in Contact with Billionaire Despite New Baby.”

Dunlop’s head lay on her boobs as he cuddled her My heart stopped, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. Camilla's smug expression was almost too much to bear. For a moment, I stood there, frozen, as the reality of the scene before me sank in. My mind raced with a mix of shock, betrayal, and anger. Hot tears clouded my eyes