Billionaire's Unlucky Wife

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

I took a deep breath, exhaling but that did not calm my nerves at all. Instead, pain and rage became imminent, tightening the walls of my stomach. That shot had not helped anything at all and as I pulled at the driveway of my house, I couldn’t help but glance at Dane. He was dead asleep in the back of my car, his soft, almost inaudible snores being the only sound in the car. I wanted to slap him so damn hard that he’d open his eyes being fully sober.

How dare he? Of all the people in my life, he was the last one I expected would do something like that to me and yet I couldn’t bring myself to hate him as much as I wanted to. I took a deep breath once again, exhaling before I stepped out of the car. When I went around to wake him up, I found myself zeroing on his face. How could a man so good-looking and so good-mannered end up crushing me like this?

There was no way I was sleeping in the same bed with him tonight. I pushed the door closed and with tears of anger finally falling down my face, I marched into the house, locked it up and went straight to bed. I couldn’t sleep now and instead soaked my pillow with endless tears. How could someone I love so much, rope me into believing I was his entire world only to hurt me in the worst way possible? What hadn’t I done for him, huh? I always made sure his food has been prepared, his clothes ironed and prepped how he likes them. I was not just his wife but his number one supporter when he was at his lowest. So then, what was this? What had I done to be repaid like this?

Unfortunately, I had no answers to any of those questions. Neither the tears nor the lying awake almost an entire night, helped me in anyway and when the morning sun rays hit my face, my alarm ringing, I had barely caught any amount of sleep. I could have slept in today but I had a very important potential client I was meeting in two hours and I was not going to blow it. I took a shower, wore a gray pencil dress with some nude heels and subtle make-up before walking downstairs and as usual, Rena had not disappointed with the breakfast. Surprise registered in her eyes when she noticed me.

“You have work today? I thought you were having this Saturday off,” She muttered, setting down the last set of forks on the bed.

“A very important client happens to be in town and well, I thought why not catch up? He is flying back in a few hours and I couldn’t turn him down,” I said, sitting down.

“You are always working even when you are not. One of these days you should take a vacation you know? I can’t believe I’m saying this but you should call up those two rascal friends of yours,” She paused, her gaze filling up with worry,” Look, marriage can be hard and it only gets harder when you have kids. They will need your attention and so will your husband. You will barely have any attention for yourself and trust me, no one will understand. Take the chance now while you have it and have a girl’s trip. It would do you a lot of good,”

“Thank you, Rena for the advice. It is duly noted,” I smiled.

She shrugged, smiling back as she walked away to the kitchen. A sigh left my lips. Could she possibly be right? I took my phone, scrolling through and when my gaze landed on the two rascal best friends of mine from college as Rena put it, I grew hesitant. The last time I’d seen both Racheal and Dorothy, or Dotty as we all called her, was last year when we ran into each other at a popular restaurant while I was engaging a client. Compared to me, they were batshit crazy about vacations, partying and hot, single men. No, calling them would be a very bad idea. I was married and the last thing Dane would like is me hanging out with them for a vacation. Besides, I didn’t need a vacation.

“B-Babe,” I froze for a second, before raising my gaze to look at Dane. He looked like a complete mess with his disheveled clothes and hair.

“Good morning to you too,” I went back to sipping my coffee, completely ignoring him even though entire body was aware of his movements as he walked past me rather hesitatingly.

He went to the bedroom and all the things that had happened yesterday rushed back into my brain, replying in one hurtful, constant loop. From the lies to Cynthia. My jaws clenched, a hurt sensation becoming imminent in the back of my throat, hurtling me into the same bundle of rage and pain I had been yesterday. I was drawn away from it by the sudden ringing of my phone.

“Raymond,” I said, the moment I picked up, putting my well-practiced enthusiastic tone.

“Where are you? Mr. Laurent would be here any minute now and you know I might start bubbling about work. And he is French. He hates talking about anything related to work on weekends,” his voice was dropped low and it reeked of anxiety.

“Relax. I’ll be there in a few minutes. If he shows up before I do, just talk about food or something. He loves food but make sure you stick to either French cuisine or British cuisine,” I said, already standing up as I reached for my car keys and purse.

“Fine. But you better bring your fine ass here right now,”

“Hey, I’m your boss,” I pointed out even though unable to hide my amusement as I cut off the call. Thankfully, he knew when not to cross the boundaries. At work, he was my junior but after work hours, he was always my friend Raymond that I went to the same college with.

 “You are working on a Saturday?” Dane’s voice pulled me into a halt. I swallowed the lump of bitterness stuck in my throat, pulled on a smile before turning around to face my husband. He looked hot, standing bare-chested with his wet hair, an indication he had just walked out of the shower.

“No. Its more of a…breakfast date with Mr. Laurent. You remember him?” I questioned. Looking at his face now, I wanted nothing more than to scream at him, call him names and then demand the truth about Cynthia and if he really ever loved me.

“I thought he hated working on weekends,” He question coming down the stairs.

“He does. I’ll see you later,” I started walking away but the stopped, turning once again,” And oh, I’ll be coming home late today. Raymond won’t stop raving about some new club in town and so I’ll check it out,”

“You don’t drink during the day,” He commented, surprise written all over his face.

“And you never drunk at all but here we are,” I snapped, before walking out of the house.

I released an exasperated, shaky breath, the knot in my chest not tightening any less. No, I was not going to cry and taint my make-up. It would be a waste of both money and my time. I wasn’t planning on confronting him just yet because mainly I was scared of what he’d say but I was planning on being a little tipsy, ignoring him and going straight to bed.