After Divorce Loved By The Secret Billionaire CEO

Rachel's POV

"I'll be seeing him after a very long time. I have to make everything perfect." I told my best friend Lana over the phone.

Today was the day David and I were finally going to consummate our marriage. We had been married for three years, three fucking years, yet that man had never touched me.

As surprising as it sounds, it's true. Starting from the day David and I got married, he had begun to act strange. On our wedding night, he just left and came back the next day. We didn't even have a honeymoon.

Well, all that was going to change today. He would be coming back after his long business trip that took almost six months, and I was ready.

"Just don't stress yourself out. I know how much you want today to turn out perfect, but..." Lana tried to say, but I'm not hearing any of it.

"Lana, if everything goes well, you'll be a godmother in nine months. Isn't that exciting?"

"Rachel... " I could feel the way Lana would be shaking her head right now at my overexcited attitude.

As in, who gets this excited just because they want to sleep with their husband? Well, that would be me.

In the past few years of marriage, I had been tormented several times by David's family asking for an heir. None of them would believe that it wasn't my fault. David never touched me!

But today, today is the day I have been waiting for. It's David and my 3rd marriage anniversary, and I'm ready to make it a blissful one.

"Oh, I got to go; I need to inspect everything; love you, Ana." I ended the call.

Yes, today was the day.

Taking a deep breath, I headed over to the bedroom, where I had meticulously arranged. There were rose petals on the bed arranged in a beautiful big love sign, and by every corner of the room, candles, which I would light later so they wouldn't burn out. The windows were draped in black linen, giving the room a romantic vibe.

Everything was set for my evening with David, my husband.

Just as I was about to leave the room to check on other things, I felt my phone ring. Checking the ID caller, it was my husband, David.

"Hello, honey," I called out shyly immediately I answered the phone.

Despite the fact that we have been married for years now, I still find it strange to call him sweet endearment, but I did anyway.

"Rachel, I'm sorry, but I can't come back home to you tonight."

What was that?

My heart became heavy for two reasons. One, after all my preparations, David won't be coming home, and secondly, David was with someone.

I could hear the moan from the other side of the phone clearly.

Was he cheating on me?

"Rachel... Yes uhm... I mean, Rachel, are you still there?" David called out his voice a bit low-pitched because of how aroused he was.

I froze completely. David was cheating on me and had the guts to call me so I could hear the mistress voice.

Before I knew it, the phone went off, but not after several moans from both individuals in the room.

My eyes filled up with tears.

This was not happening, I shook my head. I was still trying to recover from what had just happened when I received a text message from an unknown number.

'Come to Goldville Hotel, room 167,' it read.

What was this? Who was this?

I couldn't think properly anymore. I picked up my bag and went to the car.

If I were in my normal senses, I would have questioned the text and probably texted back to find out who texted me. I would have thought maybe it was a trap or something like that, but my head was scrambled to the point I didn't care.

Arriving at the hotel, I went straight to the counter and showed them the text.

"Oh, you're the one." The lady at the counter looked at me suspiciously before giving me the keys to the room.