Romans & histoires The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife

He pulled me back roughly, and I landed back down on him with a yelp. “You're shredding whatever is left of my dignity. I don't want to be known as the weird couple.” I answered him briefly ducking my head and whispering. “Look around.” He ordered and I obeyed instantly, noticing that the entire lounge area was empty. It was just me and him remaining. “Did you clear the area?” “Yes.” He answered. “God forbid everybody finds out your wife had a psychotic breakdown. Wife of Shipping and Tech Magnate Nikolas Stavros’s wife regrets her decision one night into their wedding.” I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny.

Astrid's secret identity as the mysterious business Guru made countless headlines. A lot of companies reached out to her for collaborations and interviews, but she kindly declined them as she had trusted partners who supported her company to move forward. She was fully aware of the pressure that would follow her reveal in society, but she didn't care anymore as she was no longer the timid and gullible Mrs. Wade, who had no voice of her own. In fact, she wanted to rub it on her ex-husband's face that he had lost a diamond while chasing after a rusty gold.

She remembered back then that he could buy a jewelry worth even fifty million dollars for Irene. She stared at him and let out a cold laugh. "So your company can't get you that amount?" Jeff's face flushed and he looked away for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "My company was going bankrupt before I inherited my grandfather's business. I'm afraid it's that bad." The admission seemed to cost him something and Claire felt a flicker of satisfaction at seeing him humbled. "Well, sorry about that but I can't help you either." She said and turned to leave.

People screamed. Kira covered her mouth like she hadn’t been expecting it. She kept her eyes on me as she nodded, smiling like she’d won a game I never signed up to play. Adrian put the ring on her. Cameras flashed. Music swelled. Everyone gathered around them. I stood alone in the corner, invisible. No one asked why he was proposing to someone else while still legally married to me. No one cared. I walked home numb. I cried in the dark of my old bedroom until my chest physically ached. By morning I felt like a ghost. No sleep. No food. Just a hollow weight inside me.

I stutter, standing up and nearly falling into a panicked state. The doctor nods. “Zeath Lupin, yes. Are you family?” “Yes,” I gasp out, “I’m his wife.” “Okay. Perfect. We did an operation on your husband to remove the bullets and he’s fine. Except, you cannot see him yet, as he’s not in the state for visitors.” “Will he die?” I suddenly asks. “I mean…” I shrug. “I’m scared.” I don’t know when I burst into tears, the hot liquid burning my eyes and cheeks as it slides down.

Then, without looking at me, he murmured, “From this moment on, Elena, you’re not just my wife. You’re my shield.” The doors opened. And the world I thought I knew shattered. I had never seen a gala like the one in the ballroom beyond those doors. It pulsed with quiet power instead of sparkling with champagne bubbles and laughter. It seemed like everyone in the room was playing a game I didn't know the rules to, and the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Women in gowns that cost more than a lifetime's salary and men in sharp suits stood in small groups, their eyes sharp and their voices low. They weren't having a good time. Their purpose was to plot. Offers. Secrets. Silk-clad wars.

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

He wanted them to watch me break. ‎‎Around us, the glittering hall fell silent. I could hear the faint clink of a champagne glass being set down, the faint shuffle of expensive heels against marble. People were staring. They loved it. They lived for it. Ava Reynolds, wife of Daniel Cobbs, the billionaire everyone called untouchable, was on her knees, pleading like a beggar at a royal court. ‎‎Daniel leaned down, close enough for only me to hear, though I knew he wanted me to repeat it aloud. “You should have thought about dignity before marrying me.”

Ryan’s POV "Are you out of your mind? Everyone is watching!" Mark hissed into my ear, his grip on my shoulder tight as he practically dragged me away from the curb. "That’s your ex-wife, Ryan. Think about the headlines tomorrow!" I didn't fight him. I let him lead me to the car, my body moving on autopilot. My mind, usually a precision-tuned machine capable of handling any crisis, was spinning out of control. The woman in the silver dress, the powerful, radiant CEO of Ivy-Gen Global, was the same woman I had kicked out of my house eight years ago. It didn't make sense. It was impossible. How did a girl with nothing become a billionaire?

The silence on Preston’s end grew heavy, a dark realization sinking into his gut, and he asked, “So, your undying love is only valid as long as I am the James family heir, Vivica? If I am a billionaire, I am your soulmate, but if I am just an ordinary man, I am a social circle embarrassment?” Preston hung up before she could respond. For the first time, Preston felt a flicker of genuine regret for how he had treated his wife, but it was too late.