Revenge Of The Discarded Ex-wife

"I was your fool for far too long, believing you were perfect and I was foul. I thought you were fixing me Then you spit me out like dirt in your mouth, and I thought I am done. But it dawned on me, you were my error. I put you under my feet and found my way up. Now you dare say you're sorry, like it was all an accident." I listen to Amara Nightingale's latest break up song while sewing the perfect designer jacket to gift my rich husband. I think I am the luckiest woman alive, secretly married to Lucas Ravenwood, the stunningly gorgeous owner of Glamour Elite fashion brand who also happens to be one of the world's richest men. I forfeited my designing talent to be his perfect wife. People may not know that he is married, but I know that his heart is mine, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health. Only death will force us apart. I invested everything I got in our marriage. Because when I met young billionaire Lucas in a club three years ago, his eyes glowed with such intense passion that I had no doubt that a lifetime with him would be full of bliss. Now that I have been his housewife for two years, I know that life cannot be pure ecstasy. I live in a luxury mansion, but feel alone because my rich husband isn't home always. But the few moments that he is are worth the sacrifices I made. I get a fabric glue and a handful of rhinestones to add a decorative pattern on the back of the stylish jacket. It would sell well if someone put it in a shop. But I am a housewife, so Lucas will doubt it's quality if I let him know that I made the jacket myself. He only wears high end clothing made by famed designers. I might have to lie that I ordered the jacket from one of their websites just so he can agree to wear it. The extravagant clothing only add little to his stunning glamour. My billionaire husband still looks like a runway model in his night robes. He is the lucky man that got it all. The dazzling looks, infinite wealth and a charming personality that attracts women like moths to a flame. A third of his brand's customers may actually be women who have a crush on him. He is the subject of women's relentless scrutiny on social media, in mainstream media and sometimes on the streets. Which is why I am certain that there are millions eagerly awaiting for his interview tonight, myself included. He is the special guest in the most popular TV talk show tonight, because his fashion brand recorded tens of billions in profits this year. Most people want to learn from him, while others just want to watch his gorgeous face and irresistible charm. I am one of the latter. I walk to the TV mounted on the wall and switch it on before the exact time the interview is supposed to start. I do not want to miss a second of it. Several advertisements play on the screen as I return to my seat and wait for the interview to start. Finally, a charismatic and elegant host welcomes us to her famed talk show. An impeccably dressed Lucas sits on a cushioned seat across from her. "Welcome to our show! Today, we have a special guest joining us who is taking the fashion world by storm. Please welcome the young and insanely hot billionaire Lucas Ravenwood of Glamour Elite!" She announces with genuine excitement. "Thank you for having me. I'm thrilled to be here." Lucas responds with a calm smile. "Your personal style has been admired by many and is often seen as iconic. How do you approach fashion and keep pushing boundaries with your personal outfits?" The host asks. "Fashion is all about self-expression and creativity. I constantly seek inspiration from different sources, mostly from the talented designers of my brand. I believe in pushing boundaries and always challenging the status quo to market something truly unique and unforgettable." Lucas answers. The host appears pleased by his wisdom. As the rest of the interview unfolds and he explains more about his means of managing a successful brand, she leans in with a smile. "So, as a successful and eligible bachelor, what type of woman captures your heart? What qualities do you look for in a partner?" She asks with a gentle smile. My heart throbs hard in my chest as I wait for his answer. With a magnetic presence and a twinkle in his eye, Lucas replies smoothly, “Well, it is my dream to one day love a woman of great value. Someone whose success matches my own. A partner that I would feel proud being seen with.” I gape with shock while the host nods her head in approval, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Fascinating. Do you have a particular person in mind who embodies these qualities? Someone you admire or perhaps even have feelings for?” A hint of intrigue crosses my husband's face as he considers the question. After a moment of contemplation, he smiles enigmatically and says, "There is indeed someone whom I greatly admire. A woman of extraordinary talents and beauty. Actress Aubrey Sinclair. She is a force to be reckoned with, and I've always held her in the highest regard," he answers without a hint of remorse in his voice. He didn't say that he is married. He didn't mention my name even though we have been secretly married. He said that his dream is to be with a woman whose success matches his own. Which is unsettling because I forfeited my designing career to become his housewife. It's a public interview, and he may not mean what he just said, but why would he claim to have feelings for actress Aubrey Sinclair? She has incredible beauty, fame and money of her own. She is successful in every sense of the word. She is everything that I am not. But I made sacrifices to be Lucas Ravenswood's wife. I have selflessly loved and cared for him in every way I was allowed to. It's unfair that he would desire someone else. "I must say, you have a good taste, Mr. Ravenwood. Miss Sinclair is an extraordinary woman indeed. And she is currently flying solo. I see a great chance for a love story to unfold between you two." The thrilled host says. My husband's beautiful eyes seem to glow with unusual excitement. "I would be the luckiest man alive." He responds. His words hit me like knives to the heart. How could he speak like I do not exist? Doesn't my love mean anything to him? My baffled mind barely registers the words of the host as she finally thanks him for coming to her show. "The pleasure was all mine. Thank you for having me!" He says before shaking her hand. Angry tears gather in my eyes even as I try to convince myself that he did not mean any of the words he said. He would have to be heartless to want someone else. Someone that has done nothing to ensure his success. I will wait for him to arrive home tomorrow and demand answers. Does he feel ashamed of my lack of a successful career? Is that the reason he has kept our marriage a secret for two years?