Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I kept struggling, pulling at my hands and cussing out as Mark pulled me to the hallway, right beside the male section restroom. I stumbled after him, unable to keep up with his pace in my heels.

Even in my wildest dream, I wouldn't have thought I might run into him here. I mean, in our three years of unfortunate marriage, I could count the number of times on the fingers of one hand I had seen him elsewhere apart from home. I had assumed he was always at work then recently, I concluded that he was either at work or in some fancy hotel fucking my sister.

"Mark, what is wrong with you?" I hit his fingers wrapped around my wrist with my free hand, "Let go of my hand."

He didn't say anything, he just stormed ahead, his back rigid.

Ever since I proposed the divorce, he seemed to have become a ghost out to hunt and haunt me, appearing everywhere I was.

I let out a low groan as he slammed my back to a wall and pinned me to it. The depth of his deep blue eyes were fathomless and they had turned so deep you would think his natural eye color was a deep black.

"You seem to have lost your memory, haven't you?" He snarled and I flinched. "You're my wife yet you rub yourself against a stranger like that? How sluttier can you be?!" He bit out, his expression got scarier and his words came out harsher. "If I hadn't stopped you, I bet you would have ended up in bed with him."

I swear I would have slapped him. My palm itched to come in contact with his cheeks. "Watch how you speak to me, Mark." I pushed against his grip but it just wouldn't budge. The bastard.

"I will speak to you however I wish, you cheater. Who would've believed a prude like you was capable of cheating?"

I scoffed. "Cheating?" That was the highlight of his sentence. "Did you just say I cheated? The one who's cheating here is you!" I spat in his face.

"Oh. Now tell me the number of girls you've caught me in bed with."

I scoffed. Incredible. "Are you actually denying this right now?"

He didn't say anything. "I've caught you having sex Bella. My own sister!" I screamed, "Worse, it was on our wedding anniversary." 1

I remembered it to be our second-year anniversary. Still trying to make the marriage work - because of my selfish parents even though he didn't want me,

Now that wouldn't have angered me neither would it have as I hated to admit - hurt me a little if it wasn't Bella. Few months into our marriage, I had assumed he spent his nights with some bimbo and I had grown to accept that.

"I bet you didn't even know it was

our anniversary."

He was silent for a while, the hallway was bathed in silence as his eyes probed mine, searching...

"Is that why you want a divorce?"

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Oh. If only I could hit his face right now. "Yes, yes," I blurted. "And I advise you to sign the divorce papers,

"Wha-"

"You cheated on me with my own sister. How disgusting can you be?"

"There's nothing between us. We both know this marriage is just in name and paper."All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

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Liar! "Whatever, I don't even care anymore. You can keep denying and lying. I don't give a shit. I can't be with you anymore. I can't remain caged in your shadows. It's high time I go back to living my life." "What about the business? You do know what damage this coul-"

"I don't care, Mark!" I shut him up and I saw his annoyance build. "I don't care anymore what the implications could be. I just want to leave, okay. Sign the papers."

"Look, I don't care what you want right now," he gritted out, "All I care about is my company's image a-

"If you cared then you wouldn't have blatantly ignored me the way you did since we got married. You would have - at least - attempted to make this work."

He pulled back, a smug expression on his face. "Are..." he trailed off, his stare peering into my eyes, digging into my soul. "Are you hurt?"