Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce

It was our wedding night, the weather was cold and crisp. He wrapped his hands around my body and whispered words that kept me warm: ”Every day for the rest of our lives, I only want to look at your face and admire how beautiful you are.”

Little did I know that those tender vows spoken in the chill of that night would soon be drowned in the icy silence of betrayal, and I’d be ready to serve karma on the silver plate.

It all started one late night. The weather was the same as it was on our wedding night only that this time, he was not there to keep me warm. 

I covered myself with a blanket to shield myself from the cold, imagining him to be by my side as I never suspected that he might be somewhere else keeping another woman warm. I kept myself entertained with a popular TV show while scrolling through my WhatsApp chats simultaneously. 

Suddenly, I got a text from Jasmine, my younger sister, who was the happy bridesmaid on my wedding day. “Hey, Alda, where is Tyler? Is everything okay there?”

I did not understand the context of the text. My eyes flashed in a little confusion about why my little sister, who lives with my mom so far away, suddenly texted me and asked where my husband was.

“Yo, what do you mean?? Everything’s fine over here,” I quickly replied, hoping that she would provide context to her question.

“Check Tyler’s status now,” she responded as soon as my reply to her turned blue.

Without any delay, as fast as my fingers could swipe to the status screen, I immediately pulled the screen to the right, and I could see loads of statuses on my screen, like different books on the shelf waiting to be opened.

Immediately, I flipped my eyes through the list, hoping to stumble on Tyler’s status one way or the other, but all to no avail. Somehow, his status couldn’t be found, like a book missing from the shelf. 

“Yo, what’s happening? Ain’t no Tyler’s status there.” I quickly responded.

“Where is he at, Alda?” My little sister questioned me again, and I immediately lost my peace. I paced back and forth like a fish swept onto the sand by the storm of the sea.

“Speak, Jasmine. What do you see?” I asked again.

“Tell me where your husband is first,” Jasmine replied, brushing my question away. She would not let out the cat until I told her what she wanted to hear.

“He told me he has a business meeting until morning. Why are you asking?” I quickly answered, hoping that at this moment, Jasmine would at least tell me what she saw.