The Billionaire’s Dilemma: Dear Ex-Wife I Need You Back Novel – I want a divorce! Evelyn’s voice was trembling with rage and pain as she said the words. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face flushed with anger as she peered into one of the most enchanting turquoise eyes she had ever seen an eye she had always loved to stare into. Surprisingly, he gazed back at her, his hands tucked inside his pocket as he stared at her indifferently, as if he wasn’t moved a bit by her words. She watched as his once void face that held no emotions smiled with triumph written boldly in his face. Wait! Did he just smile at her words? Evelyn pondered, curling her fist into a ball as she folded her hands together across her chest. He must think she was joking.
Retracting her step, she searched her wardrobe, her hands running through the furniture, knowing, truthfully, that it might be her last time here. Ebonywood Ville was a big mansion she wouldn’t ever dream of leaving for a second. From the exterior decor to the interior decor, it screamed money. Evelyn let out a sigh of relief as her hands finally met with a brown piece of envelope. Turning her back, she presented it to her husband, who, with his hands still tucked in his pocket and leaning close to the wall, his shirt buttons undone, giving him this hot model look, gave her a void look. “Here!” She uttered, stretching out the divorce paper she had finalized with her lawyer at the last minute. “And what on earth do you think you’re doing?” Caleb’s voice came out indifferent, as if he didn’t care about her.
“Divorcing you. I just need your stupid signature on that paper, and we are done for good!” Evelyn almost yelled out. “You’ll sign mine instead.” His voice came out cold, void of emotions, betraying nothing of the turmoil that was roiling inside him. Evelyn’s brow quirked as she peered into his eyes, searching for the truth. His eyes were cold and empty, not even an ounce of emotion left. “You… Don’t… Mean… This…, Do you?” Evelyn stuttered, her voice breaking with each word she uttered. “Come off it, Evelyn. We both know I’ve never loved you for once throughout our marriage. We had both lived in lies, and I had only agreed to get married to you because you manipulated my family into getting married to you or I lose the Winthrop fortune. You made my father threaten to disown me if I don’t get married to you… And now, we are married, aren’t we? The Winthrop belongs to me, doesn’t it? So, we are done!” Evelyn had never thought a day like this would come.
She watched as those long legs took steady steps towards where she stood, his hands tilting her jaw as his eyes peered into her—the once enchanting turquoise eyes turned into a glint of mockery, reminding her that he had used her as bait to claim their family inheritance. The once hands that had always caressed her gently now held her jaw roughly as he stared at her with anger filled in his eyes. “It’s Aurelia, isn’t it?” Evelyn muttered the bitter truth. It took her all odds not to say that, but the truth needed to be said. She knew Caleb right from childhood; she grew up with him, loving every aspect of him. Each year only increased her love for him, and she was hoping he’d be able to stare at her the way she does. She wished he would reciprocate her love for him. But just under a year’s difference of him getting to know Aurelia, she had seen the change.
The way he stared at Aurelia was quite different from the way he looked at her. And just under a year, he had already rented an apartment for Aurelia and secretly goes to meet her on several occasions. This was a discreet research she had carried out on him. She had thought he would be shocked for her to discover such a secret about him, but he wasn’t so surprised about her discovery. “And what about her? You didn’t think I was screwing only you, do you?” His response set the demon in her flying. “Screw you!” She screamed out, her chest raging with anger. She had thought he was going to deny her accusations and act naive, but there he was accepting the fact that he was cheating on her with his full chest. One minute she was screaming, the next, she felt her hands flying as she delivered a thunderous slap to his face. Silence! Evelyn retraced her step, pangs of guilt rushing through her head. She was quite ashamed of how she couldn’t place her anger in check.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered slowly, her long lashes batting together as she avoided the hot scrutiny of his gaze. She could tell that his eyes were shooting daggers, and that was the least she needed for herself right now. “You’ve grown quite feisty! This isn’t the woman I got married to…” “I’m just so hurt about the fact that…” Evelyn’s voice faltered, regret washing through her. Throughout her five years with him, she hadn’t for once raised her hands on him. “You should have thought twice before poking your head into my business. That shows your lack of trust in me. Isn’t that breaching our agreement as a wedded couple?” His tone of accusations made her guilt deepen. “And cheating on me isn’t a breach? Can you hear yourself?” Evelyn felt she was going to have a migraine after this long argument, which was leading to nowhere. “You want a divorce, don’t you? Here it is, so sign mine, and we are done just like you want.” Pushing the files into her hands, he started buttoning his shirt. Evelyn’s hands trembled as she opened the white paper.
She felt tears threatening to flow down her cheeks as she stared at his signed signature; the only space left was hers alone. That simply implies that he had it prepared for her for days if not weeks. “How long did you have this with you?” Her voice trembled as she spoke. “It doesn’t matter, does it?” “Yeah, you’re right, it doesn’t.” Evelyn muttered back in pain. “You have just five days to sign this.” With that, he headed for the door. “And where are you going to?” “Of course, to screw my mistress, Aurelia.” His response made her heart shatter. Staring at the divorce paper in her hands, Evelyn sank down to the bed as she wept. She could hardly believe that her five-year marriage was going to be over after she put her signature on that paper. Her eyes scanned through the contract term agreement. She was going to be compensated with thirty percent of the Winthrop’s in order to set him free. Her mind wandered back to five years ago when she heard the news of the arranged marriage to Caleb.
She could say she was the most excited girl in their town. Who wouldn’t be excited at such news of getting married to someone you have had a diehard crush on for almost twenty years of your life? That was more like a big dream come true. Though she knew that Caleb was never pleased about their wedding, and she had heard rumors several times that he was in love with another lady. At that moment, Evelyn didn’t care about anyone; she just wanted Caleb for herself and was hoping he was going to warm up to her. She fully believed that it was just a matter of time and Caleb was going to get used to her and see her the way she saw him. But she was wrong. Over the years, she tried her best in every aspect to fill every part of his life, sacrificing her dreams of becoming a surgeon and settling for being a full-time housewife. She ensured his breakfast, lunch, and dinner were fully prepared by her without missing his favorites. She helped him with work from the office, ironed his clothes, and performed every duty of a wife to him. She could tell that he was getting fond of her, but he never once expressed his love for her.
Instead, he always expressed his gratitude through passionate moments, making her climb through several heights with him and fulfilling her every sexual desire. Their sensual nights of conversation about how his work went, accompanied by an oily massage from him and then a blissful moment of him sliding in and out of her, gave her assurance that he was going to fall for her, as he was so addicted to her body that a day nearly passed without him confessing that. But then, threats stepped in when she started receiving texts about him having a mistress somewhere. Even though she knew he didn’t love her, she trusted him enough to believe that he was having an affair outside. Worried? Of course, she was worried. Even though she trusted him, she was too curious to have her doubts filled. That was when she discovered the truth, that her husband was indeed having a mistress. She became insecure to know that her husband was meeting another lady aside her. But she had herself consoled that she was his main wife, and perhaps, Aurelia was going to remain his mistress.
With each night he returned to her arms, craving her, she had herself consoled that it was just a matter of time and he was going to love her back. Maybe when she had given him an heir. With those thoughts, she managed to keep herself consoled for years, until he just muttered to her, painting it to her face that she meant nothing to him, but a bait. A bait he had used to gain power, a bait he had used to stand strong again on his feet. He never loved her. He used her. The pain, the truth… Everything hurt for her to know that she didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t his fault, was it? She blamed herself fully for throwing herself to him, even though she knew that he never loved her, for giving herself stupid hope that he was going to love her one day. To think that she stashed away her dreams of being a doctor just to please him. All her efforts were just down the drain.
Back while she was still in college, she was the youngest, most beautiful, and brightest. She had several guys falling down their knees, begging for just a date with her. But because of her stupid crush on Caleb, she always tossed that aside, replacing it with the hope that he would ask her out one day. Now was the exact time for her to wake up from her high dreams and face reality. She needed to get herself away from the house, and yes, she was going to sign the divorce paper. A soft knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts as she jerked back to reality. “Come in!” Evelyn muttered, wiping her tears off her face as she sat up straight, placing the divorce paper aside. “I already microwaved the food. Dinner is ready,” Megan, her housemaid, announced as she walked inside the master bedroom. One moment she was walking in, her tone ecstatic, the next, her step faltered as her face pulled into a frown. “Are you alright?” Her tone filled with concern as she queried, hurrying to the bed. “Yes, I’m fine,” Evelyn nodded her head. She intended to keep it away from the middle-aged woman, but she knew Megan was going to raise a suspicion.
Speaking about the food, she had asked Megan to microwave the food earlier, but then, Caleb was already out, so she didn’t see the need. “Okay, I’m leaving,” Evelyn finally spoke, handing the divorce paper to her. Megan was a lady she cherished and had gotten used to as her acquaintance in Ebony’sville. Staring down at the papers, Megan knew this was for the better. She had watched Evelyn over the years do all her best to retain Caleb’s love, which was just overlooked. “I’m together with you in this. I will support you. Love is never forced; it’s an emotion. Let go of what you cherish; if it returns, it’s meant to be yours,” Megan advised. Evelyn nodded her head. With a sigh, she didn’t think twice as she scribbled her signature. “I’ll need your help in packing.” Staring at her ring-finger and trying to fight back the urge of tears, Evelyn carefully pulled out the platinum ring with a stunning diamond on the table. When he had presented the ring to her, she had been so excited. Of course, the ring was worth thousands of dollars; it was the talk of the town, and she was a top-rated wife.
The happiness that brought her could not be overlooked. But now, the whole charade has come to an end. “I’m done parking, ma’am,” Megan announced as she gave Evelyn a sober look. “We will get in touch in one way or the other, Megan. Don’t make me regret for doing this,” Evelyn tried to shun the pitiful look Megan was flaunting. She knew that was the middle-aged woman’s way of saying she was going to miss her, but she needed to stand her ground. “Okay, I know… I’m just saying I’ll miss you.” Walking closer, she pulled Evelyn into a hug. “I’ll be fine!” Evelyn felt she needed to say that over and over again to get Megan’s worries off her. The sudden ring of her phone had her jolted as she made her way back to the table where her bag was. She wondered if it was Bryan, the driver she had called a few minutes ago, calling to inform her of his arrival. But glancing at the caller, her face pulled into a frown as she stared at the unknown number. If she wasn’t mistaken, this was the same number that had always texted about Aurelia and Caleb’s secret affairs. “Hello!” She greeted, but then she met silence as the caller suddenly hung up.
“That was weird!” Evelyn muttered as she glared at Megan. If the person wasn’t a creep, who in their right senses would drop a call without saying a word. The beeping sound of her phone reminded her that a message had just been delivered. Evelyn sighed as she scrolled through her phone and then clicked on the message sent. “Don’t you get it? For how long do you intend to play the understanding wifey?” The text read, taking Evelyn aback. Just when she was trying to recover from the shock, a video popped in. She felt her hand shaking as she clicked on the video, a wave of nervousness washing over her. Her heart was pounding heavily, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her breath quickened, and her palm began to sweat. The video instantaneously came into play, picturing Caleb sitting shirtless on one side of the couch, and then Aurelia standing close to the mirror. Evelyn felt her jaw tighten. So it was Aurelia that was behind the anonymous texts she had always received.
“He is mine and mine alone,” the caption read. Evelyn felt bitter. If there was anything she felt like at that moment, it was to beat out of that bimbo! The sly fox really knows how to play her game for sure. Staring down at her divorce papers, Evelyn felt bitter for ever losing to her. Well, the deed was done, and just like Megan had advised, if you love something, set it free… She already set Caleb free and was, of course, going to try to be fine without his help. He should stick to his mistress; she doesn’t care! Staring awkwardly at the contract, she canceled out the thirty percent offer that was bargained as alimony. She was going to do fine without him and without a dime from him. She promised herself. Minutes ago, she had just been broken, but now, she was shattered. Reaching a final decision to part with all reminders of Caleb was a challenging process.
She knew it wouldn’t be easy to let go of the things that reminded her of Caleb, but she knew it was necessary for her to move on. Some items brought happy memories, like the shimmering red velvet gown she had worn on his last birthday and the necklace he had bought for her on their first anniversary. Other items held painful memories that she wanted to forget. She was determined to move forward and leave the past behind. The honking sound of the car horn was a reminder that her driver was there to pick her up already, and with the help of Megan, she was able to move just a few of her things to the car, leaving the maids who were on duty mortified. Of course, she owed no one any explanation, but she knew it would be up to Megan and Caleb to break the news. Sparing one last glance at Ebony’sville, she muttered a goodbye as she got inside the car. “One. Two. Three. Man! Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucas asked, referring to the glass of liquor that was down on the floor. “Dude, this isn’t the you we all know. What’s going on?” Mason chimed in.
They had been watching him all along, taking shots after shots. Caleb, taking one more shot, ran his hand through his stubbled jaw, and then raked his hand through his hair. He felt so disorganized. He had thought after asking for a divorce he was going to be fine, but instead, he felt like there was something amiss; like a chessboard, he felt like there was a missing piece. “I’m divorcing Evelyn!” He announced, with his gaze still fixed on his glass of liquor. The room fell silent as Caleb’s words hung in the air. Everyone looked around at each other in shock, unsure of how to react. No one had seen this coming. “This isn’t a joke, is it?” Lucas raised his brow, looking downcast. “Caleb can’t joke over such things,” Mason spoke out. He knew that if there was anything to joke about, then it can’t be about divorce. “We both know I was never in love with her and never wanted to get married to her in the first place… So what, why not?” Caleb defended.
That was his main reason, but why was his heart aching this much? “You both were so perfect together, the pictures, magazine front covers, and the beautiful dates you went on, how?” Mason wasn’t getting this straight. He knew Evelyn to be this beautiful, curvy, smart, and above all, submissive. Not all ladies can be like that. He could recall the countless dates he had watched them go on and how perfect they seemed for each other. Their relationship made him feel like he needed a spouse too. “Those were just for the cameras, just to please my father,” Caleb insisted. Another silence. “So, what’s the plan forward now?” Mason queried. “You aren’t going to date Aurelia, are you?” “Yeah, that was my plan before I was forced to get married to her,” Caleb’s response took his friends aback, as they stared at him with mouths widened. “Wait! You don’t mean this, do you?” Lucas asked disbelievingly.
“Yeah, I think I do…” “Do you realize that your decision is like choosing Sodom and Gomorrah over Jerusalem?” Mason asked again. “It’s my choice and not yours.” Caleb staggered to his feet as he struggled to exit the bar. “You wouldn’t mind me going after her then, would you?” Mason asked, causing Caleb to stop right in his tracks. Turquoise eyes were shooting daggers straight at Mason. If eyes could kill, for sure, Mason would have been lying lifeless on the floor. “You wouldn’t dare!” Rushing to where Mason stood, Caleb grabbed him by his shirt as he delivered a punch to his jaw, leaving Lucas to struggle between whose side to be on.