Billionaire's Unlucky Wife

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

I was not what you would exactly plaster as a self-made billionaire but I had taken quit a huge step in taking my dad’s marketing company from its million-worth status to a billion’s worth as announced by Forbes magazine three months ago. It had not been easy because well, half the members of the board had been a bunch of old, male chauvinist pigs with too much pride to let a woman be in such a high position of power and yet now, they were all affording luxurious holidays in the Maldives thanks to me.

Dirty old punks!

I scoffed before letting my attention hover over the scotch on rocks in my glass, swirling it around delicately. All day long I had tried not to think about Dane and this Cynthia woman but it had been unavoidable. My heart was breaking knowing the man I love with all my heart was still in love with someone else. One moment I was drowning in the certainty of being the only woman in Dane’s life only for it to be completely shattered in the next moment. How was it possible for someone to take your heart out and rip it in the most gruesome way like that?

“Isn’t that like too much for one day?” My CMO, Raymond, spoke as he walked into my office, with concern in his voice. He had been working in this company for three years now and you could actually call us friends in addition to the fact that we also went to Harvard school of business together.

“Not enough,” I said, drowning the remaining contents of my glass. I was already beginning to feel tipsy but apparently not tipsy enough to forget my husband’s insincerity.

“Its almost seven. Shouldn’t you be going home?” He questioned, grabbing an empty glass before filling it halfway with scotch.

“Home? What home?” I scoffed before getting a grip on myself,” I’m actually supposed to be going for dinner with the Watkins and act like I’m f*****g okay,”

“What’s going on Chanel?” He questioned, setting down his glass with his full attention now on me.

I took a deep breath, exhaled before putting up a smile,” Nothing really. Dane and I just had a little lover’s spurt but that’s normal. Aside with that, how was your date with Allison?”

A cloud of emotions crossed his eyes as he shrugged,” She broke up with me. Typical, isn’t it? What I did to my ex-girlfriend was what Allison did to me but don’t worry, I’m not going to sulk like a little high school girl. I guess I just have to accept that not everybody can have what you and Dane have,”

I felt bitterness creep up the back of my throat. What Dane and I have. What exactly did we have? Lies? Betrayal? Insincerity?

“Well, I’m just lucky,” I muttered. Lucky my ass.

“No, you are both lucky to have each other. I wonder when I’m going to finally settle down and you know, have just a slight piece of the cake that you and Dane have,” he stood up,” Hey, don’t let a little spurt make you forget how much you two complement each other,”

Complement each other? Right.

“Of course,” I forced a smile adding,” You know I always get everything under control,”

“That’s the spirit boss,” he smiled before walking out, humming something that sounded like an Adele’s song under his breath.

It was crazy how your life could suddenly become unfamiliar to you and everything you’ve ever known about the man you love, turns strange over one stupid thing. Why did it hurt like this? Was it because it felt like he’d been lying to me all these years when all I did was love him with all my heart? Was it because I felt used and led for no reason?

By the time I was tottering to my car, I was more than just tipsy. I was about to start the engine when my phone rung, indicating Dane’s name. I felt pain mixed with anger, creeping up inside me as I fought not to cry. Tears were not for me and I would be damned if I let a man be the reason they spill. Unless of course, it was at his grave. I ignored the call and the three subsequent ones that followed. I had no idea how I made it to Grand La Alma safe and sound without getting flagged down by cops but my guess was that the Angel of luck was smiling down on me. I was one person that cared so much about reputation and presentation but tonight for the first time, I cared less about any of them. Maybe it was the alcohol making me irrational but who cared anyway, right?

“Ma’am are you okay?” A waitress approached me. I could barely stand still on my feet and it didn’t help that my vision was getting a little blurry.

“Of course I’m okay, Sweetie,” I attempted to smile,” But um…could you kindly point me in the direction where the Watkins are sitting? I know I made the reservation but I barely keep-“

“You are drunk?” Dane’s voice spoke from behind me, making me freeze for a few seconds.