Cold hearted billionaire ex husband wants me back

AMELIA'S POV

I was excited.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped into the penthouse, my happiness soaring than it had done in weeks. I spent the entire afternoon preparing a very special anniversary dinner for my husband. 

One that I hoped would bring back the warmth that had been missing in our marriage. It was finally happening. The good news we needed was finally here.

Realizing that he would be home by now, I smiled to myself as I walked further in, but I suddenly stopped in my tracks as dread crawled over my skin.

There was someone else.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive whiskey and perfume, which definitely wasn't mine or my husband's. I had left the penthouse in an arranged order, making sure everything was perfect for our dinner. 

But now... it was a mess. 

I glanced up at the sight in front of me and I froze.

Bryan was not alone.

He sat on the leather couch as he stretched out his long legs with a lazy expression on his face. He held a crystal glass filled with whiskey in one hand and his other arm was resting on the back of the couch- no, his hand was resting on the back of a woman. 

A stunning lady.

My heart stopped for a moment as I took in the lady's appearance. She was stunning, with her dark hair running all the way to her waist and a red silk dress that clung to her body like it was made for her. 

She had a devious smile on her lips and her expression was smug as she gently rubbed her perfect hands on Bryan's arms.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I took a step forward, my head turning with millions of questions. Who was she? Why were they so close? Was I dreaming?

Bryan finally looked up at me as I approached them, and a small, indifferent smile formed on his lips as he stared at me. There was no sign of guilt in his expression, no shock or hesitation. He didn't care that I just caught him with another woman. 

It was almost like he had been waiting for my arrival. 

"You're home early," He said as he took a sip of the whiskey in his glass and I could literally hear my heart beating in my ears.

"Who is she?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out as a soft whisper and to my surprise, she let out a soft laugh before turning to me.

"Patricia Styles, you may have heard of me." She answered as she crossed her legs slowly and my blood ran cold.

Styles. As in Styles Group? 

"You brought another woman into our home? On our anniversary?" I asked as I turned to Bryan, my vision blurring with tears running down my cheeks and he sighed in response before standing up.

"Oh, come on. Let's not do this, Amelia." He said with a lazy stretch and my heart clenched in pain as I took a step forward.

"Do what, Bryan? Ask why my husband is with another woman? Ask why you're acting like I don't exist?" I asked and Patricia scoffed in response.

Bryan didn't answer. 

Instead, he pulled out a thick envelope lying on the table and threw it onto my feet. My hands were shaking as I picked up the documents and I could see the smug look on Patricia's face.