"I'm sorry Venice, let's divorce." His eyes were sincerely apologetic. "I want to be with the woman I've always loved." The fact that his tone was pleading for understanding hurt me all the more but I refused to shed a tear. "You'll regret this, Dylan Davis Creighton." And twenty three year old Venice Thompson, the secret heiress of the second richest and influential industry in the country and beyond, meant her every word. ********************************************* After her divorce, she returns home to find that her only living relative, her father's younger sister whom she trusted, had stolen what was rightfully hers - the Thompson empire. Feeling betrayed for the second time, she runs to her best friend, Alina Houghton, who advises her to go to the one man she so badly wants to avoid. Will Sanders. The wealthiest and most influential businessman in the country and beyond. The man every woman in the country wants and adores. Her age plus ex-boyfriend. The man that took her virginity and broke her heart when she was just a love-sick teenager. The man she also wasn't aware has strong romantic ties with her greedy aunt.
Passing the lunch basket in my hand to the other, I opened the door to my husband's office.
There was the man I'd loved and married for four years in his office chair and his secretary giving him a blowjob.
I didn't know how to feel in the moment. Just stared like I'd been hit by lightning.
His secretary pretended not to see me and continued bobbing her head to his dick but my darling husband pushed her away, guilt swimming to the surface of his chocolate brown eyes.
"Hey b-babe." He visibly swallowed, I saw his Adam's apple move.
He quickly pulled up his pants and zipped.
I quietly approached his desk and dropped the lunch basket on it. "Your lunch."
I made to leave but he was quick to grab me. "It's not what you think."
"Let me go." My tone was low but the warning underneath was clear.
He still held on to me.
My eyes noted how his hands held my arms. The same arms he was digging into her hair few seconds ago.
Anger, betrayal and hurt raged within. Not caring about not losing my temper anymore, I sank my teeth into one of his arms.
He groaned in pain and released me.
"How dare you, Dylan?!" Anger and hurt let loose. "Your secretary! Of all the women to cheat on me with, it's your secretary!" I cast a brief look at the blonde, turquoise blue eyed lady with nose and ear piercings.
She didn't even seem to be regretful. She even snarled at me. I was a bit taken aback. What audacity!
"It... I'm sorry, babe." Dylan begged, remorse masking his expression.
"Stop begging her, Dylan. And just tell her the truth." This girl I knew went by the name Melisse spoke.
She passed me a smirk. I turned to face Dylan, more nerves knotting. "What does she mean by the truth?"
"Ah...it-it's really not important." Dylan looked uncomfortable alongside his regret.
"Tell me!" I enforced.
"Yes, tell her." Melisse urged.
Aggravated, I whirled on her. "Shut up! Just shut your husband-thieving mouth!"
Hearing her butt into my conversation with Dylan seemed to increase my anger.
"I'm proud to be one. He's stolen, successfully. That's what happen to bitches who can not fuck their husband right." She snapped.
The audacity had me stunned speechless. But it was not her fault, I would not blame her at all.
"Babe, it's okay."
"B-babe?" I repeated what I'd heard Dylan refer to the girl as. "Dylan, did you just call her 'babe' before me?"
He seemed not to have realized it until I made mention of it. His eyes lowered further in guilt.
I wanted so bad to hold my tears but I could not. Four years of marriage. It wasn't just that. The other sacrifices I'd made just to ensure this marriage worked and that his company thrived and got to be where it was currently.
He watched the tears roll down my cheeks and felt even more guilty.
Dylan was a good guy. But ever since this secretary started working for him, he changed.
He started keeping late nights and lying. I knew something was going on between the both of them but there was no evidence to back it up until now.
I loved him. After my first heartbreak, I had been so devastated and Dylan was there.
He was the friend that had turned lover. He helped me heal and I fell heavily for him.
"Why?" My voice trembled. "Why did you decide to ruin our marriage?! Our love?! Our home?!" My voice broke with each word.
He stared at me, feeling sad alongside his guilt.
"Because..." Melisse walked closer and caressed his arm, keeping her malicious gaze steady on me. "...he finds me more attractive."
I looked at Dylan. "You stand there and let her insult me?!"
"I-I'm sorry, Venice. I..."
"Don't be sorry, Dylan." Melisse snapped. "In fact, tell her the truth this minute or I'm walking out of here for good."
"What truth? Why does she keep talking about 'truth'? Are you hiding something from me, Dylan?" I questioned, wiping my tears and blinking back the ones that were on the verge of falling.
But Dylan remained silent, he could not even look at my face.
Melisse nudged him. "Will you or should I?"
"Melisse, please go. Let me sort this out with...my wife."
"Your wife?!" Melisse was aghast as though it would be the first time she would be knowing I was his wife. "Are you still...you know, now I can see you don't love me. I'm going."
I blinked at how fast she had switched personalities. Now she sounded like the betrayed lover. What the hell was going on here?
She made to leave but Dylan held her back. The covert smirk she gave me before collapsing into his embrace disconcerted me.
"What's going on here?" I was befuddled and even more hurt seeing how he held her comfortingly.
He heaved a heavy sigh. "There's something you should know, Venice."
I paid attention with knots around my nerves. I gulped apprehension.
"Melisse is my girlfriend." He confessed.
"Obviously, she is. I mean..."
"No, dumb bitch. I'm his girlfriend from years ago. The girl he is very much in love with before I...went away and he decided to marry you while he waited for me."
"Melisse." Dylan's tone held warning and tiredness.
I was too stunned to even speak. My heart hammered unhealthily within my chest. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to comprehend what she had said. "Is this the truth, Dylan? She's your girlfriend?"
"Yes." He blew a nervous breath but his expression changed before me, they went hard and stoic. "Melisse has always been my first and only love. She had to go away for sometime so I chose to marry you until she returned."
"So I was a substitute?" I heard myself asking.
"I'm sorry." He maintained his cold exterior.
"Did you ever love me?" At this point, I wasn't even sure I was breathing properly.
It took a while but he shook his head. "No, I never loved you."
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