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

Come Back Begging

ASHER

I burst through the front door, breathing heavily. Mom had actually contacted me, saying Olivia was around. She sprang up from the couch and rushed to me.

"Divorce Olivia this instant! The nerve she had to talk back at me! Can you believe she twisted my arm?" Mom paused mid-rant to show me the redness of her arm. My eyes narrowed, a frown slowly forming on my face.

Did Olivia really do this?

"She has gone nuts! The child she lost made her loose her sanity!" Mom exclaimed, her voice rising in indignation.

I massaged my temples, feeling a headache rising. "Where is she?" I asked, shutting my eyes momentarily before opening them again.

"You mean that witch? She claimed she needed to retrieve some documents, she stormed off after that. I should have dealt with her for the mess she made of my hand!" Mom exclaimed, her voice still laced with anger.

I winced, my breathe catching in my throat. "I'm not sure what's going on here, mom," I said, raising an eyebrow. "But I don't think Olivia would.... hurt you like that..."

I trailed off, realizing my words sounded like I was defending her. Was I?

Olivia's recent behaviors had been so out of character - requesting for a divorce and leaving the house. It felt like she had changed overnight. Clearly, she was overstepping her limit.

"She said you both are already divorced. Tell me it’s true! I can get a list of eligible ladies who would fit your status and—"

I cut her off before she could finish. "We are not divorced yet!" My voice rose in frustration. What gave Olivia the right to make that call?

She had always hovered around me—what had changed?

She wouldn't survive a single day without me, she loves me that much. ‘She's probably being overly sensitive because of the child,’ I thought, the only plausible excuse I could muster.

"What else are you waiting for? She obviously can't give you a child anymore because of her slim chances of conceiving, why are you still keeping her around?" Mom flared up. "You should throw her back to the streets she came from!"

The question hit me hard. Why was I keeping her around? I knew I didn’t love her. So why was I getting so tense about the divorce?

"Either way, I'm not going to let her get away with this. I'll make sure she pays for what she's done. I'll ruin her life so much that she'll never recover," Mother swore bitterly.

"Just let her be," I muttered.

I headed home, still within the villa, feeling drained and stressed from the day’s events. As soon as I stepped into the living room, cold air hit my face, and the reality finally settled in: Olivia was gone. The house felt cold, unwelcoming, and empty.

My eyes drifted to the empty dining table, and I imagined it lined with covered dishes. Olivia had always prepared dinner for my return, even though I never ate any.

Then to the couch, where she'd often doze off while waiting for me to come back.

The thought crossed my mind: would someone who had shown me such love and care suddenly change?

I shook my head at once, she wouldn't!

I pulled out the divorce agreements from the drawers. I had found them in her room that morning, but was too late for work to check it then.

My frown deepened as I scrutinized the document, my eyes landed on the reason for divorce: INFIDELITY. I let out a loud scoff at that.

Had Olivia been planning this all along? The timing seemed too convenient. The fact that she had filed for the divorce soon after returning from the hospital bothered me.

Did she already have this in mind before she caught me with Chole?

"What is she thinking?" I muttered to myself, grabbing the glass of wine in front of me. I gulped down the content, trying to quench my anger, but it only seemed to fuel my frustration.

I grabbed my phone, dialing my personal assistant, Edward. He picked up almost immediately.

“Find out everything my wife has been up," I growled, my anger boiling over. "Track her credit card, her phone- anything. I want to know where she is right now! I need a response in less than five minutes.” I hung up.

The next few minutes dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity. I paced around the room restlessly, my eyes fixed on the wall clock. My agitation grew with each passing moment, various thoughts racing through my mind.

Exactly five minutes, my phone rang and I picked it up at once. "Speak up!" I commanded, my patience wearing thin.

“I'm afraid it's hard to track down Mrs Brown's location. I checked her bank card activity, but there haven't been any transactions for a while now,” Edward reported.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What are you trying to say? That she hasn't been using the money I've been sending to her?” I asked for clarification.

“That's correct! It's great having someone like Mrs. Brown as a wife,” Edward replied from the other end of the line. "Unlike others who would spend your money lavishly, I think Mrs. Brown is actually the best. She takes very good care of you. Whenever you are sick, she stays up all night....."

I disconnected the call while Edward was still talking, my grip on the phone tightened as anger surged through my veins.

His words echoed in my mind, but they sounded like gibberish.

It was impossible!

I stormed into my bedroom and flung open the wardrobe. My eyes landed on an array of packaged, unwrapped gifts from her: expensive shirts, colognes, luxury watches, and a piece of art. She even bought me a car, which I had donated to an orphanage.

If she wasn’t spending the monthly allowance I sent her, where was she getting the money to buy all of these?

"Perhaps she has someone else she's seeing," My subconscious mind whispered in a hushed tone. A groan escaped my lips as I ran my hand through my hair. I tried to shake off the thought but it still lingered.

Feeling uneasy, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It went straight to voice mail. I wanted to call her again but my pride got the better part of me; that would only make me look desperate.

Who the hell does Olivia thinks she is, anyway?

She can’t just walk away from me like this. I’d bet she loved me to death. She’s nothing without me. I thought, "Just a little while, and she’ll come crawling, begging for my forgiveness."