Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I kept struggling, pulling at my hands and cussing out as Mark pulled me to the hallway, right beside the male section restroom. I stumbled after him, unable to keep up with his pace in my heels.

Even in my wildest dream, I wouldn't have thought I might run into him here. I mean, in our three years of unfortunate marriage, I could count the number of times on the fingers of one hand I had seen him elsewhere apart from home. I had assumed he was always at work then recently, I concluded that he was either at work or in some fancy hotel fucking my sister.

"Mark, what is wrong with you?" I hit his fingers wrapped around my wrist with my free hand, "Let go of my hand."

He didn't say anything, he just stormed ahead, his back rigid.

Ever since I proposed the divorce, he seemed to have become a ghost out to hunt and haunt me, appearing everywhere I was.

I let out a low groan as he slammed my back to a wall and pinned me to it. The depth of his deep blue eyes were fathomless and they had turned so deep you would think his natural eye color was a deep black.

"You seem to have lost your memory, haven't you?" He snarled and I flinched. "You're my wife yet you rub yourself against a stranger like that? How sluttier can you be?!" He bit out, his expression got scarier and his words came out harsher. "If I hadn't stopped you, I bet you would have ended up in bed with him."

I swear I would have slapped him. My palm itched to come in contact with his cheeks. "Watch how you speak to me, Mark." I pushed against his grip but it just wouldn't budge. The bastard.

"I will speak to you however I wish, you cheater. Who would've believed a prude like you was capable of cheating?"

I scoffed. "Cheating?" That was the highlight of his sentence. "Did you just say I cheated? The one who's cheating here is you!" I spat in his face.

"Oh. Now tell me the number of girls you've caught me in bed with."

I scoffed. Incredible. "Are you actually denying this right now?"

He didn't say anything. "I've caught you having sex Bella. My own sister!" I screamed, "Worse, it was on our wedding anniversary." 1

I remembered it to be our second-year anniversary. Still trying to make the marriage work - because of my selfish parents even though he didn't want me,

Now that wouldn't have angered me neither would it have as I hated to admit - hurt me a little if it wasn't Bella. Few months into our marriage, I had assumed he spent his nights with some bimbo and I had grown to accept that.

"I bet you didn't even know it was

our anniversary."

He was silent for a while, the hallway was bathed in silence as his eyes probed mine, searching...

"Is that why you want a divorce?"

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Oh. If only I could hit his face right now. "Yes, yes," I blurted. "And I advise you to sign the divorce papers,

"Wha-"

"You cheated on me with my own sister. How disgusting can you be?"

"There's nothing between us. We both know this marriage is just in name and paper."

eas

Liar! "Whatever, I don't even care anymore. You can keep denying and lying. I don't give a shit. I can't be with you anymore. I can't remain caged in your shadows. It's high time I go back to living my life." "What about the business? You do know what damage this coul-"

"I don't care, Mark!" I shut him up and I saw his annoyance build. "I don't care anymore what the implications could be. I just want to leave, okay. Sign the papers."

"Look, I don't care what you want right now," he gritted out, "All I care about is my company's image a-

"If you cared then you wouldn't have blatantly ignored me the way you did since we got married. You would have - at least - attempted to make this work."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He pulled back, a smug expression on his face. "Are..." he trailed off, his stare peering into my eyes, digging into my soul. "Are you hurt?"