After divorce I am a billionaire

"This is so pretty. Elissa will surely love this cake."

A sweet smile flashed across Patrick Nelson's face as he stared at the cake he was holding.

The heart on top of the cake was formed by two swans snuggling with each other.

Additionally, Elissa Harrison's favorite color was white. Patrick was well aware of this because they had been dating for three years.

He spent all the money he earned from part-time jobs this month in order to purchase this gorgeous cake.

"What the heck? She is going to celebrate her birthday in such a luxurious place?"

Patrick was taken aback after he read the details sent to his phone.

He was standing in front of Skiyton Hotel, the only five-star hotel in Glouland.

The normal expenditure for his hotel would be no less than a thousand dollars.

As such, Patrick was shocked that Elissa, his girlfriend, was going to celebrate her birthday at such an expensive place. Moreover, she invited several of her classmates.

After a quick calculation, he estimated that her birthday party would cost her at least one hundred thousand dollars.

Since both their families weren't rich, he had no idea how she could afford such an extravagant party in a luxurious hotel.

When Patrick glanced at the clock on his phone, he realized that it was nearly time for the birthday celebration. However, his girlfriend had yet to arrive.

Suddenly, an expensive car parked by the hotel entrance. From the car emerged a man and a woman.

With a lascivious expression, the man groped the girl's butt. Embarrassed, the girl slightly twisted her body and playfully tapped the man's shoulder.

"Hey, be gentle."

The man with a large beer belly was Judson Cohen. He was forty years old and the proud owner of the car. The suit he was wearing was specially tailored by the brand Saint Anglos.

The beautiful and alluring woman walking beside him was Elissa.

Unfortunately, Patrick saw how physically intimate the two were.

At that moment, he realized that his girlfriend was cheating on him.

Apparently, her paramour was a middle-aged man.

"Elissa!"

Patrick called out to her. With eyes seething with anger, he approached them.

Elissa was so distressed that she wanted to walk away from there.

"How dare you bother us? Who are you?" Judson stared at Patrick with a haughty expression.

Elissa was about to say something, but Patrick immediately said, "I'm Elissa's boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

When they heard Patrick's answer, Elissa and Judson pulled long faces.

"What are you doing here? I told you to come after the party ends," Elissa said in a vexed voice. Although she was upset, she managed to keep a straight face.

A painful sensation spread in Patrick's heart. In a cracked voice, he said, "I wouldn't know you are cheating on me if I didn't come."

Meanwhile, Judson glared daggers at the man who said that he was Elissa's boyfriend.

There were stains of black and blue all over the man's garment, as well as on his pants. Overall, he seemed like a homeless person who woke up from a pile of rubbish and happened to walk by here.

The man was holding a cheap cake that was the size of his palm. Judson thought that his servants were more affluent than the destitute guy in front of him.

"How dare you claim to be Elissa's boyfriend when you're a total loser? Have you ever seen her naked? Tell me, how many moles does she have on her bosom?" Judson scoffed as he wrapped his arms around Elissa.

"What do you mean? Elissa, have you slept with this man?" Patrick's face darkened, yet he still had a hopeful light in his eyes as he looked at Elissa.

Unfortunately, only Elissa's enigmatic gaze welcomed him. "Patrick, I know how much you care about me, but I think you've got something wrong. You are not my boyfriend."

Patrick felt as though a dagger was thrust into his chest with these remarks.

A bitter smile flashed across his lips as he clenched his fists so tight that his nails dug into his flesh. "Does that mean that our relationship is only in my imagination?"

"Leave me alone!" Elissa yelled with an irate face. Discontentment was apparent in her expression.

When she waved her hand, she accidentally hit the cake and made it fall to the ground.