She Strikes Back: My Ex-wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

Never Be A Fool For Love

OLIVIA

I dragged my exhausted body into the living room. Despite the lingering pains between my legs, I had stubbornly discharged myself from the hospital.

Asher turned at once, his gaze scanning me from head to toe, he returned his gaze back to his phone without a word.

I ignored him, and began making my way up the stairs.

“Didn't you insist on a divorce, earlier at the hospital?” His voice made me stop right on my track. “Why are you still here? I was expecting you to threw a divorce paper at me or something, did you finally returned to your senses?” His voice was dripping with mockery making my stomach scrunched in anger.

I clenched my fist tightly, and inhaled sharply, trying to calm down my pissed nerves.

I continued up the stairs, leaving Asher's words hanging in the air. He expected a response, but I denied him the satisfaction. I applauded myself silently with each step I took.

Three years of living with him, walking on eggshells, obedient to a fault. But not anymore.

Asher had done his worst, and I'd had enough.

I shut the door behind me, heaving a deep sigh. With resolute steps, I walked to the drawer, and pulled out a file. DIVORCE AGREEMENT was written in bold.

‘You're doing the right thing, Olivia,’ I whispered to myself.

My hand trembled slightly as I grasped the pen. I signed my name and right there, my loveless marriage of three years ended. I slumped on the bed, reminiscing on where I first started.

I had met Asher at a friend's college party and instantly I was smitten. Was it love at first sight? Perhaps. But I knew I had to make him mine.

I pursued him, hoping he would reciprocated my feelings. Though he never did, I never relented.

He proposed to me out of the blues, after a heated argument with his mother. The proposal was unromantic but.... yes, it still made my heart race like some high school kid, newly in love.

Without hesitation, I said yes, thrilled with the thought of finally being with him.

I knew he didn't love me, but I held unto the hope that he would grow to love me as we spent more time together. But sadly, he never looked my way, never saw me as more than just a mere presence in his life.

I slowly closed my eyes and drifted into slumber, feeling feverish and weak.

The ringing of my phone woke me up. I stared at the caller ID with widened eyes, the same number hadn't contacted me for three years now.

I picked anyways, and waited for him to speak. “Come outside,” A familiar, rich baritone voice commanded. I climbed down the bed and made my way outside, silently. Glancing at the gigantic wall clock in the corner of the room, it was past midnight.

I got out of the Brown Villa drenched, as the rain was pouring down heavily. I didn't mind.

Suddenly, the headlight of a BMW flashed in my direction, prompting me close my eyes.

I raised my hand as a shield, and when I opened my eyes again, my gaze landed on a pair of Italian custom-made shoes stepped out of the car.

The person's full silhouette came into view. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I already knew who it was.

“Big brother.....” I whispered, my voice surprisingly low. I should be calling out to him, not mumbling to myself.

I tried taking a step closer but my legs failed me. I remained rooted in place, like I'd been glued to the spot. Everything around me became blur, the last thing I remembered was my big brother's voice calling out to me. I fainted.

****

I moaned softly, inhaling the familiar scent of the room. I felt instantly at ease, I knew I wasn't in the Brown Villa.

If this was a dream, I'd like to stay here forever. I managed to open my eyes and I met a pair of warm, brown honey eyes staring down at me with concern.

“Sweetheart, you're up,” Lewis Briggs called out at once. I sat up with a smile stretching on my lips. It had been so long since anyone had called me that....‘sweetheart’.

Asher had never been in support fond names during our marriage. Just thinking of him made my heart ached.

You really need to get a grip, Olivia.

I exhaled slowly, puffing out air from my mouth, a way of calming down.

“How are you feeling? You've been asleep for a long time,” Lewis said concernly. He placed hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, how long has this been? How long have I been cared for this much? Back at the Brown Villa, no one would have noticed if I was sick, or dying.

“What's wrong? Why the tears?”

I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry, big brother. I was a fool, I went off just to be with him, thinking he would love me.... but he never did,” I choked on my words. “I'm sorry for coming back like this, so pathetic.”

He pulled me into a comforting hug, patting me gently.

“Shhh, little one,” He whispered softly. “You're not a failure, he never deserved you, you deserve so much more than someone who can't see your worth.”

“You always know just what to say to make me feel better,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“That's what big brothers are for,” He replied with a gentle smile.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered, sniffing in continuously.

“Hey, hey, no apologies, sweetheart,” He said, his voice soft and soothing. “You are home now, and that's all that matters. I'm glad you're safe.”

More tears streamed down my cheeks, I couldn't help but wonder what came over me. Was I really that desperate for love and attention and I'd chase after someone who didn't even care about me?

I had my big brothers all around me, my loving family who always had my back. What more was I searching for?

“Will you just stop with the tears? I'm trying so hard to control myself from storming to the Brown Villa and causing a ruckus. How dare they do this to my only sister!” He thundered with gritted teeth.

“The only crime I committed was loving him,” I said in a low voice. “And I've paid dearly for it. Just let it be, it's all over.” I smiled sadly.

Yeah, if loving Asher was a crime, then I was a hundred times guilty.

“I'm never going to allow you go back there,” Lewis declared, his voice firm and resolute. “You've given the divorce papers to him, right?” He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“You sent those?” I retorted, my eyes widening in shock. Before I went to Asher's office that day, I had received a parcel containing a divorce agreement from an unknown sender.

Lewis expression turned grim. “Scratch that, you are no longer anyone's wife. You'll be starting as the company's director on Monday. Get ready.”

I tried to protest, but I knew it was pointless. Lewis had made up his mind and he wouldn't bulge.

My phone rang out loudly, and a frown appeared on my face as I saw the caller ID. ‘My husband’ flashed on the screen, I made a mental note to change that to ‘My ex-husband’.

Asher's voice boomed through the line. “What nonsense is this, Olivia? You are really serious about the divorce? You've made enough scene, now come back home!”

I inhaled sharply, feeling foreign. I was used to jumping at his every words but now, his sounded like gibberish. “Sign the divorce papers, Asher Brown,” I cut him off, my voice steady and firm.

“And let's never meet again,” I hung up before he could respond, switching off my phone.

I turned only to see Lewis with an horrified look on his face, making me raise a questioning brow.

“I never thought a day would come where you'll hang up on that man, you were literally begging him to notice you,” He said.

“Once bitten, twice shy. I'll never be a fool for love again, not Olivia Briggs.” I said defiantly.