Romans & histoires The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Throwing it away felt too easy after everything that had happened. Now I wished I had left it in the mansion. Richard had been kind to me. He had made me feel wanted when I had nowhere else to go. But he had also asked me to marry his son. And his son had spent three years making me regret it. I couldn't blame Richard for Adrian's cruelty. I knew that. Still, I couldn't stop wondering whether the marriage had meant something different to everyone except me. "Don't jump to conclusions," Sienna said gently. "We don't know what's in that letter."

He didn't deserve to die. I took a sigh and placed the paper on the table and scribbled my signature on it. God knows I was not the rightful person to sign, I believe his real wife, the one he cherished, the one he wouldn't dare to hurt, was somewhere catching fun. Why wouldn't a billionaire be a player? They lie and joke with people's feelings, it meant nothing to them since they have enough money, they feel everything depended on it. "I'm done with this," I placed the paper on the table for the doctor.

I do my best to hide and be an invisible competitor against business rivals, and though I am never the egocentric type, I have to be mean, hostile, and rude to everyone, including my own family. I have an expensive and beautiful mansion with a white exterior, pink interior, according to my wife's taste, and a black roof; my residency doesn't feel like a home to me from the start. I had thought that I would be able to make it to the home I dreamt of, but I failed woefully, and she left. What does a billionaire have that I don't have? Absolutely nothing! Then why can't my money treat my so-called sickness and save me this psychic trauma?!

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

However, Matthew turned to look at me again and said seriously, "You're also the billionaire's wife." I nodded silently. Right now I was a billionaire's wife, but soon I wouldn't be his wife. Of course I couldn’t compare myself to your mother. I also couldn't learn how to spend money for Mrs. Brown, her husband's money was hers but Matthew's money was not mine. If I spent a lot of money, so much that it runned out of money that Matthew promised me after our divorce, wouldn't I have to go away empty-handed? No, I couldn't let that happen. My clothes and jewelry were all bought by Matthew and I would never spend money on them because a single item was worth my salary a month, a year, or even a

“Don't ever seek for me. I hope this will be our last meeting, Mr James. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to use drastic measures on you. Ones you won't appreciate at all. Excuse us.” I watched them take off, too stunned to do anything. My reaction was late. It was still surreal. The moment the door shut behind them, I regained my sanity, realizing what it meant now. Nova is back, but she's not alone. She returned with the same guy she left with. But that wasn't all. My docile wife seemed to have transformed into a sassy woman.

The realization felt so surreal it left him momentarily overwhelmed. After a while, he seemed to regain his composure and reached out his hand towards Yan Anna. Yan Anna quickly stepped back, reacting like a startled rabbit instinctively trying to escape. Andrew Luxton frowned slightly, perplexed by her timidity. "Take my arm, let's go. You don't want to stay here, do you?" She shook her head vigorously. "I don't dislike the baby, but I don't have the means to raise him." "Then you think I'm dead?" He blurted out, his voice raised. Seeing her eyes rimmed with red, looking pitiful like a scared rabbit, he quickly softened his tone. "I am the child's father; I will take responsibility."

My eyes go wide as that word sparks straight into my head and this forces me to groan. I do not understand this. I think to myself, glaring hard at the thin air with all the anger in my veins, why the hell is this person doing this? "And the second option, well, if you can’t do that, you can as well come to a location which I am going to send to you right now with a sum of 30 billion dollars. I know you are much more than capable of accomplishing that, but if you can’t, you can ask your darling husband, or should I say ex-husband Vincent, to assist you with that. You have about a day to accomplish and make your choice. If none of this happens, we will kill your son."