The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife Novels & Stories

"To get my wife back." "Wrong answer." Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?" "You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again." "I failed her." "Closer. Keep going." "I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading from a report. "Three years. I was right there and I made her disappear." Dr. Walsh wrote something. "How?"

She leaned against the chrome railing, her silver-grey eyes pinning him to the floor like an insect on a board. "You just spent half a billion dollars of your pack’s money to buy twelve tons of rusted, useless iron. I told you yesterday in your boardroom—I am going to drain you until you are hollow. Thank you for funding my children's trust fund." The entire trading floor erupted into hushed, panicked whispers. The investors realized what had just happened: the brilliant, ruthless Alexander Vance had been completely blindsided and financially butchered by his own ex-wife in a matter of minutes.

His hands were shaking so violently he couldn't even lift the glass of scotch sitting on the rug beside him. The secret forty million dollars—the final, untouchable reserve he had hidden from his father for three years—was gone. He had no VP title. He had no corporate funds. He had no leverage left. He was completely, utterly naked before the empire. "The money is gone, Chloe," Julian whispered, his voice dry and raspy. He stared at his own hands as if they belonged to a stranger. Chloe turned around to face him, her blue eyes wide with a vicious hatred that made her look like a completely different person.

Lucien said, his voice low and controlled, which somehow unsettled me more than if he'd shouted back. "Is it? Is it enough?" I was aware, distantly, of the security officer moving closer, of more eyes turning toward us across the lobby, and I couldn't make myself stop, the dam fully broken now, "You get the company. You get the woman. You get to stand there looking at me like I'm something beneath you, and meanwhile I've lost everything, everything, because of one stupid bet and a wife who decided the second she found a better offer that two years of marriage didn't matter at all…"

Beneath it, a short list, each line begun with a dash. — Mrs. Vance. Wife of target. — No independent income. No known allies. — Father: cardiac, surgery pending. Husband refuses payment. — Leverage: father's surgery. — Timeline: wait for her to break. The room tilted. I put a hand on the edge of the desk. Wait for her to break.

Avah Morne had learned that the most expensive mistakes were rarely the ones that looked like mistakes. They were the ones somebody called a misunderstanding and expected everyone else to pay for. She stared at the engineering note on her laptop while Clove placed a mug of coffee beside her. “Tell me you're not planning to fight a billionaire before breakfast,” Clove said. Avah scrolled back to the bottom of the document. “I'm planning to ask a question.” “That's what you called it before you made a supplier cry.”

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

He confirmed without any hesitancy. Sapphire nodded with a smile. Finally something was falling in track about her life but in the most saddening way. Tears trickled her eyes at the mention of the thought. She was going to track the movements of her own husband through a secret 'someone'. A sob broke out of her lips as she nodded, keeping her eyes to her fingers in the lap. "Let him contact me." Scroll felt sorry for her. In his medical career he had treated many patients but somehow in a way Sapphire's case sounded most pathetic to him. She had everything in life being a billionaire's wife yet possessed nothing of her own including her husband.

Ever the perfect wife, I stayed downstairs, waiting for my husband to return as I tried my best to ignore the voices in my head, telling me that my marriage was crumbling. I wanted to save it but I didn’t know how. We both forgot about our anniversary which was a few days ago. Alex was trending because of an expensive necklace he bought at an auction. They all thought it was for me and were waiting to see it on my neck, but our anniversary had passed and he still hadn’t given it to me. It had to be for her.

,and in about two weeks time. “The company has gone under due to some bad major investments”. “On a normal day, I wouldn’t dream of marrying you out this way, but my love, we are completely helpless”. “I have gone everywhere to look for help, but for some useless reasons or the other, I have been rejected or turned down”. “Fortunately, Mr Tate Brown agreed to help with the company but with a condition that you will marry him.” He said, looking at me in desperation. I looked at him, watching his face closely, wanting to see a slight change in his expression, praying in my mind that this was a prank or at least a dream.