The Billionaires Pizza

Ava sat at the foot of the bed, her eyes roaming the small and dainty room she was in.

She'd just moved in a few days ago and had finally arranged the little belongings she'd brought with her.

Tears rushed down her face as the memories of her once lovely marriage and how it all crashed down came rushing back to her.

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The tiny straps of the lingerie dug at her skin, pinching and irritating her. she'd been sitting on the bed and staring aimlessly at the door. the tiny rose petals she'd used to decorate the bed are now in disarray and scattered all over the white sheets.

she was waiting for her husband or a shell of the man she was once married to, a man who once loved her more than anything. He'd gone out to gather 'luxuries ' for their family and she lost her husband to the world.

Ava got up from the bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom, she could hear her footsteps echo throughout the empty mansion.

she avoided looking at the mirror as she washed and cleansed her face of the minimal makeup she had applied.

Her phone dinged loudly from the bedside table, she dried her hands and abandoned the used wipes on the bathroom sink.

Joyce's name flashed across the screen in big bold letters indicating that she'd received a text from her.

Her heart was heavy as the notification indicator of her phone continued flashing, somehow she knew what the text contained and would much rather not face the reality of it all, her conscience criticized her for being a coward but she ignored that part of her like she's been doing for the past five years, things were more manageable that way.

Sleep eluded her, she had all the comfort she could ask for but she was uncomfortable and miserable. her phone sat at the top of the bedside table, close to the alarm clock that read 00:45 am, he'd missed their anniversary again.

With a heavy sigh, she retrieved her phone and unlocked it, the text from her so-called sister-in-law stared back mockingly at her.

His family never liked her and they did nothing to hide their dislike for her.

She clicked on the text, it was a link to her Instagram story, Ava's fingers hovered above the invite link, and she stared at it like a ticking time bomb before clicking on it with a resigned sigh.

Just as she expected, the story Joyce shared for over five thousand of her followers was a video of her and her brother, Ava's husband at a gay strip club.

She had the camera facing her while her brother rocked a lanky, petite male.

Ava watched as her husband rolled his hips to meet the male according to the rhythm of the rap song blasting in the club.

Her heart shattered and she was overcome with sadness and an underlining shame, no matter how much she willed herself to be strong and not think too much about it, her heart rate still increased dangerously as she took huge gulps of breath to calm herself, beads of sweat decorated her forehead despite the cold night air enveloping the entirety of the room due to the unlocked windows.

She'd known for six months now that her husband has been cheating on her with men, Joyce had made it her job to tag her in every story and every post while feigning ignorance.

Dimitri, her husband has continued to be oblivious to the fact that she'd caught him cheating on her.

She clutched the duvet close to her bosom as she remembered how they'd met.

College sweetheart, he was an aspiring computer engineer and she'd just gotten admission into the school, he'd helped her out with clearance and every other difficulty she'd faced in school until they fell in love and started dating.

He seemed like the perfect guy, made her feel special and loved, gifted her, and spoiled her rotten with luxuries even when he was struggling financially.

Ava thought she'd hit the jackpot until he 'mistakenly released her nudes to the whole school, she was devastated and heartbroken but still chose to forgive him when he claimed his phone was hacked.

Against her better judgment and her friend's warning they'd gotten back together again and eventually got married after college, he got a job and advised her to stay at home and help with the house while they prepared for kids.

She'd foolishly agreed and became a stay-at-home trophy wife he could flaunt to his colleagues and friends.

The tiny droplets of salty liquids rushed into her mouth and she registered she was crying, again for her lost love.

She'd tried to convince herself all this while that her marriage with Dimitri was still salvageable and could work, she'd tried to make herself believe it but she could no longer live in denial.

There was nothing left for her in the 2 story mansion he had caged her in.

She had nothing left.

Ava laid down again and surrendered herself to the welcoming arms of sleep, ridding her temporarily of her anguish.

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Ava tossed and turned in her sleep, she rolled again but was stopped by a mass of a body, she opened her eyes slowly and stared at the slim frame of her husband.

He was tall with just the right amount of taunt muscles, his lean build was one of the things that attracted her to him, his jet-black hair splayed on their pillow, framing his face.

Dimitri was a very handsome man, she'd fallen for his looks from the first time they met and he had swept her off her feet with how charming he was, he had a way with words.

She got up from the bed and wobbled to the bathroom, still a bit sleepy, she splashed water on her face to sobber up before cleaning herself up.