The Billionaire's Contract Wife

[Olivia]: People say I am wild. That I am overambitious. That when I want something, I go for it; I grab the bull by the damn horns. I do not let anyone overshadow me or try to talk me down. And that is because I have a voice. A voice that had been silenced by my biological father who used to abuse me as a little girl. A voice that had been silenced by my mother who would rather live in the dark and act like everything was alright. A mother who would rather delude herself into believing her daughter was telling a lie to ruin her already messed up marriage. A voice that moaned to my husbands thrusts about a month ago after we had our first dinner date in the last nine months. A voice that would moan tonight again when I finally tell him that I am pregnant with his child, our child. That we are having a baby after five years of trying to no avail. Jason was my protector. He had plunged me out of the thick depths of darkness I was drowning in during college days, guiding me through the dark until I found the light. I owed him a lot for that. He was the love of my life and my safe space. The door to my car snapped shut and I hiked my purse higher, knowing fully well that my pregnancy result sat in my purse. I was so giddy that I skipped all the way into the house and up the steps, knowing fully well that Jason was in his study, probably going through his thesis. In our five years of marriage, I'd been able to learn him well enough to know what he was doing at any given moment so when I got to his study and didn't find him in there, I knew there was something off. "Jason, honey!" I called out, making my way towards the next wing that led to our room, knowing that he must have gone into the restroom to ease himself. On getting to our room, I noticed the door was left slightly ajar. I decided to sneak in and scare him as we usually did but just as my fingers wrapped around the door knob, I heard a sound that had my brows raising in confusion. A moan. A moan that wasn't mine or Jason's. A moan belonging to... A Man! I shook my head and blinked, drowning in delusion. That moan had to belong to my husband. It was Jason. Yes. He was probably touching himself to an explicit video so I pushed the door open, only to realize that I was bloody wrong. The world started to spin in circles before it stopped and immediately came crashing at my feet. I could literally feel the fever overcome me in a matter of seconds and my nausea and dizziness intensified, driving me into a state of absolute loss of control. My husband was underneath his best friend, Trenton and their legs were tangled in the sheets as he thrust in and out of— I lurched forward as I retched out all I had eaten in the morning before me, panicking as I stepped backwards and crashed into someone behind me. I turned to see a stark naked Amelia, gasping with eyes wide open. More confusion. I grabbed my head, not caring if my mouth tasted like my vomit or if the whole floor was messed up. I was trying to make myself understand what the hell I'd just seen. It had to be a dream. I laughed to myself. It had to be a nightmare! I let out a piercing scream, crashing to the floor as I tried to control my breathing. But it was impossible. I was slowly starting to have a panic attack but when I remembered what I'd just seen before me— my husband having intercourse with his male best friend and my best friend naked before me, I snapped out of it and pushed to my feet. "Wh-what the h-hell is going on here?" I whispered, trembling terribly as hot tears of traumatizing horror screamed through my veins. "Can anyone explain why my husband, his best friend and my best friend are naked? Is no one giving me an answer?!" Amelia opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. The guilt in her face was evident and she faced Jason like she was waiting for him to speak. "Uhm...Trenton?" I called out to my husband's best friend. "Are you already mute too? None of you has anything to say?!" "Actually," Trenton coughed awkwardly. "I think you should smooth things out with your husband. You're married to him and not us. Right, Amelia?" Amelia's eyes widened and for a second, I thought she wasn't going to agree with him but she nodded and pushed past me, grabbing her clothes and hurrying out with Trenton. I was weak. I was sick and tired. All I wanted was to drop right here on the floor and die. Maybe my problems would end. "Jason?" I called out. "Were you...were you cheating on me with my best friend and your best friend? You were f*****g Trenton, Jason! You didn't tell me you are gay! You didn't! Oh, God!" I fell to my knees and grabbed my hair. "Bisexual actually," Jason finally spoke up. "I am bisexual, Olivia." "And when were you going to tell me this?" I croaked. "For how long has this been happening, Jason!" He closed his eyes. "For almost a year now." Shock. It was enough to drive me into a state of catatonia. I gasped, constant tears now pouring down my cheeks. "A year? You've been having s*x with them for a year?" "Trenton in particular. I love him." "You love him? Oh, God!" I screamed and pushed to my feet. "You love Trenton! What about me? Did you think this was going to shatter me before doing it? But you love me, Jason! You say it all the time!" "Not anymore!" He snapped, his eyes ablaze in anger. "Not anymore, Olivia. I can't do this anymore." "What are you talking about?" "This marriage," He gestured towards me. "I am tired. I am tired of your bullshit. Do you know how draining it is to care for a broken woman? Do you know how emotionally draining it is to be the one you cry to all the time?! You always have nightmares of your father raping you every bloody night! We have taken you to therapy but that didn't seem to work! There is nothing I can do anymore! I am tired and sick of this bullshit! You are a broken piece of s**t and I don't want that burden in my life! You need to f*****g heal. Or have you thought of killing yourself to make your misery end? Have you?!" Whack! I made sure my hand left an imprint on his face. No matter how weak I was, I knew I had to leave an impact on his face. Right there and then, with tears streaming down my cheeks, with a shattered heart and more messed up mental health, I made a decision that was going to only break me further and make me a miserable woman like I'd always been. "I am filing for a divorce, Jason.”