The Perks Of Divorcing My Billionaire Husband

When Bella walked out of the five-star restaurant, a brand-new Rolls-Royce waited for her at the curb. Its sleek design and unmistakable luxury turned heads. Even a casual glance confirmed its hefty price tag. The paparazzi, who had been staking out her arrival, were momentarily stunned when she entered the new car instead of the one she’d come in. “It must be amazing being the wife of a rich man,” one of the female reporters sighed wistfully. How wonderful it would be to have a husband like Vaughn McCoy—someone who showered his wife with lavish dinners, designer clothes, and luxurious cars. This was a common scene in Bella’s life. Vaughn McCoy, the CEO of multiple tech companies and one of the richest men on Earth, enjoyed flaunting his beautiful wife in the media spotlight. If she wanted the moon, he’d have it delivered. In fact, last year, he purchased her a space on the moon itself, so she could visit whenever she pleased. Paintings of her adorned museum walls, each one a tribute commissioned by Vaughn. His grand gestures made every woman envy Bella’s life. But Bella alone knew the truth. Vaughn’s affection was an illusion, crafted for the cameras. Tonight was no different. She had left the restaurant early, her heart heavy after receiving a series of texts from an unknown number. Attached were pictures of Vaughn in bed with other women. The anonymous sender claimed he was cheating on her. The Rolls-Royce felt like nothing more than a distraction. Bella clung to hope. Perhaps this was all a misunderstanding. Perhaps the man in those photos wasn’t her Vaughn. She prayed silently, desperate for it to be untrue. The ride home was mercifully quick, with no traffic to delay her. Within half an hour, she was back at the mansion. The servants cast her sympathetic looks as she hurried inside, but Bella barely noticed. She rushed upstairs, her heart pounding, to the bedroom she shared with her husband. Even before she reached the door, she froze. From within, unmistakable sounds of pleasure drifted out. “Oh, yes… Mr. McCoy, harder… harder!” Bella’s blood ran cold. Tears blurred her vision as she pushed the door open. On their bed—her matrimonial bed—was Vaughn, his body entwined with that of his assistant. He had her wrists pinned above her head as he thrust into her. The woman moaned unabashedly, her voice growing louder when she noticed Bella standing in the doorway. Instead of shame, she arched into Vaughn’s touch with a taunting smirk. “That’s it, baby. You love my big c**k, don’t you?” Vaughn growled. “Yes, yes!” she cried, her body writhing beneath him. A strangled sob escaped Bella’s throat, breaking the spell. Vaughn turned, his piercing blue eyes widening in momentary surprise before he quickly recovered. With an annoyed sigh, he pulled out of his lover and grabbed a pair of boxers. The assistant didn’t even bother to cover herself as she grabbed her phone and strolled out, throwing Bella a malicious look on her way. “You weren’t supposed to be back so early,” Vaughn said flatly, his irritation evident. He sneered when he noticed her tear-streaked face. “What? Did you not like the car?” “How could you do this to me?” Bella’s voice cracked. “I thought… I thought you loved me.” “Of course, I do,” he replied nonchalantly. “I got you the car you wanted. Why are you crying?” “You’ve been cheating on me!” she shouted, holding up her phone to show him the damning photos. “How many women, Vaughn? How many?” He glanced at the images, his expression indifferent. A cold chuckle escaped his lips. “You won’t even remember this tomorrow,” he said, his tone almost amused. Bella froze. His words chilled her to the core. Vaughn knew about her condition—hyperthymestic syndrome. It was a rare disorder that left her unable to retain memories beyond a certain point in her life. She had always thought of it as a minor inconvenience, but now she realized it had made her the perfect victim. “How long?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “How long have you been using my condition against me?” His smirk deepened. “Does it matter? Every morning, you wake up loving me. That’s all I need.” “No!” Bella stepped back, her voice rising in desperation. “I can’t stay married to someone who doesn’t respect me. I want a divorce!” “Divorce?” Vaughn laughed darkly. “And how will you make that happen when you won’t even remember this conversation tomorrow?” Bella felt her chest tighten as the full weight of his manipulation sank in. Her knees wobbled, but she forced herself to stand tall. “I’m going back to my parents’ house,” she declared, spinning on her heel and bolting for the stairs. But Vaughn was faster. “Stop her,” he barked. The bodyguards stationed by the door moved swiftly to block her escape. Bella screamed, struggling against them, but their grip was unyielding. She turned to the maids and butlers nearby, pleading for help. They avoided her gaze, pretending not to see. “Darling,” Vaughn cooed, descending the staircase with leisurely steps. His assistant trailed behind him, her smug expression making Bella’s stomach churn. “Let me go!” Bella shouted, her voice hoarse. Vaughn’s demeanor darkened. He advanced toward her, his icy blue eyes gleaming with menace. “You’re being dramatic, Bella. Go back to your room and rest. Everything will be fine in the morning.” “No! I’m leaving!” “Leaving?” He laughed cruelly. “The perfect wife doesn’t leave her husband.” Something inside Bella snapped. “You bastard!” she screamed. “I hate you!” His smile vanished, replaced by a cold, murderous glare. In an instant, Vaughn closed the distance between them. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and he slammed her face against the nearby table. Bella’s vision went white with pain. Blood trickled down her forehead as she crumpled to the floor. Vaughn loomed over her, his voice a low growl. “You’re nothing special, Bella. The only reason I married you was because of your condition. No matter what I do, you’ll love me again tomorrow. My perfect little accessory.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as Vaughn stepped over her limp form. He wrapped an arm around his assistant and kissed her deeply, laughing as he led her away. Bella’s world crumbled. She lay there, her body aching and her spirit shattered. Darkness crept in, and she let it take her.