Revenge Of A Trillionaire Heir

"What was that stunt you pulled at the party" Isabella asked. She dumped her expensive Louis Vuitton bag on the dressing table with a sudden thud and faced Henry who sat dejectedly on the bed. He was not ready for another banter or rather, another episode of his wife relegating him to his lowest.

"I am talking to you, Henry!" She yelled, her eyes fixated on him, beautiful baby blue eyes that used to hold so much love and admiration for him.

Henry shook his head slowly "Isabella, I..."

"Will you shut the fuck up, you loser? Are you not ashamed of yourself? Is it not enough that you have to brain and no common sense of reasoning? Why do you have to make a mockery of me everywhere?" The insults flew out of her mouth freely and hit Henry wherever.

Henry and Isabella had been invited to one of Sandra's friends engagement party. She would not have let him come along if only her other married friends were not talking about how much their husbands were busy and they had to convince one way or the other to grace the occasion. 

"I know Mr Henry may be busy too but please convince him to come." One of the ladies had said.

Henry used to be popular among Sandra's friends. A tall charming handsome man who was able to captivate Sandra. Sandra used to be so proud of him that everywhere she went, she made it obvious that he was her husband.

However, those beautiful days of blissful love were over and what was left was contempt and spite. It was as if Sandra just realized that Henry's job of being a Hotel Housekeeper did not complement hers of being the CEO of a thriving company in the United States of America.

At the engagement party, a shareholder of Isabella's company walked up to them and a group of friends and asked what Henry was into after exchanging pleasantries.

"I work in an hotel" Henry replied. He learnt to use a vague job description such as that so that he wouldn't lie and at the same time, please his wife.

"A hotel?" Mr George, the shareholder asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He must have imagined Henry was a billionaire or CEO as well, a position suitable for Isabella's husband.

"Yes. I work as..."

"He's a professional in Hotel management and hospitality" Isabella interrupted, gave a small smile, patted Henry's back before dragging him away from the group.

"I'm sorry babe" He said, his eyes pleading.

"Babe huh?" Isabella scoffed "Do you know you're simply good for nothing? Calling me babe when you have exactly nothing to your name. What was I thinking when I married a riffraff like you?" She smeared some cleanser on cotton wool and set to begin her nightly skin care routine.

The dinner bell rang few minutes later

"I won't be having dinner tonight. You can go ahead" Henry said, already subdued by Isabella's insults.

"You wouldn't dare" Said replied. She finished her skin care and headed for the door  "You have five minutes to come downstairs for dinner" 

"Sandra..." He was about to protest.

"Shhh..." She interrupted "People like you don't get to make decisions so do as you are told. You don't have to make it obvious that you didn't grow up with a family, poor boy" She hissed.

The other members of Isabella's family- her parents and younger sister were already present at the dinning hall when Henry finally braced up himself and went downstairs.

"Hello brother-in-law" Michelle, Isabella's sister cooed

She was one of the major forces that ruined the love that once existed between Henry and Isabella. Henry ignored her and took his seat at the large dining table. He muttered an almost inaudible Good evening to his parents-in-law .