Throwing Away Her Billionaire Husband Novel – It had been several months since her marriage to Andrew Flynn, but everything was empty. This is the key. This villa is your home now. Villa? Wait, you mean to leave me here alone? Do you think I really want to marry you out of love? My grandmother forced me to do it. Don’t think that you are my wife. Let’s live our own lives. Wait, Andrew, we’re married. Why do you treat me like that? I don’t love you and never.
Two years ago. There was no joyful welcome. There were only about twenty people who formed their own camps. Some openly disliked the bride, Sandra Campbell, for being too modest and not from a wealthy background. Some didn’t care about the wedding ceremony at all. For example, her father, Kleinn Campbell, was busy with his smartphone, and her older brother, Harold Campbell, was chatting with his girlfriend. Only Laura Smith and Ruth Vanessa, her two best friends since high school, were still willing to help and support her. Sandra looked at her bridegroom with a smile on her lips.
It was a dream for any woman in this world to marry the prince of their dreams. She was no exception. The man standing beside her looked so perfect in formal attire. His brown hair was neatly styled, further enhancing the good looks on his face. But those tanned eyes did not glance at her at all. His gaze was so empty, creating sadness in Sandra’s heart. In the seconds after her inauguration as a married couple, she began to question her decision to accept this marriage proposal. Was her decision the right one? She looked down in the mouth as soon as the idea appeared in her mind.
Her smile vanished, replaced by regret that seemed irreversible. “Are you willing to spend the rest of your time with Miss Sandra Campbell? In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, until death do you part?” The man did not answer immediately. His lips pressed together before finally answering in a cold, flat tone. “I will.” “All right,” said the priest standing before them. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may peck the bride now.” Sandra stared blankly at her laptop screen. She looked at the blank white sheet of her Google Doc that had not been filled in by anything. The sound of birds chirping to enliven the morning could not make her mood more cheerful.
The morning sun sneaking into the dining room that transformed into her workspace also couldn’t invite her out to enjoy the morning sunlight that would surely warm her body. She had no such desire. It had been several months since her marriage to Andrew Flynn, but everything was empty. There was no married life as she had envisioned it. There was only boredom in the spacious villa. “This is the key. This villa is your home now.” “Villa? Wait, you mean to leave me here alone?” “Do you think I really want to marry you out of love? My grandmother forced me to do it. Don’t think that you are my wife. Let’s live our own lives.”
Andrew’s flat tone as he said it still lingered in her mind. Coupled with the mocking smile and a cold look in his eyes before leaving her in this place, everything was still engraved in her mind, carving a big wound in her heart. That man never even visited her. There was not the slightest intention for Andrew to visit her. The only moments she could see Andrew were dinners and parties among the social elite. Other than that, never. If it wasn’t for her father’s foolish business management that nearly bankrupted him.
Had it not been for the offer from Stacey Flynn, Andrew’s grandmother, who asked her to marry her grandson, Andrew Flynn, perhaps none of this would have happened. There would have been only regret and emptiness. Was this the ideal life she dreamed of at the age of 27? Compared to her real life, the lives of the characters in her novels are much more romantic and perfect. Things that seemed impossible for her to get. Once again, Sandra let out a long sigh. Just thinking about it made her sad. “The perfect love life only exists in novels. In fiction stories, huh …” Her hand reached for the glass, about to drink her coffee, before realizing that it was empty. She grumbled in annoyance, moved from her spot to the kitchen, and made a new coffee.
There was only one thing that made her survive this dull marriage; her novel. Her life as a novelist with a mysterious identity provided her with enough income to make ends meet. After the wedding, she vowed not to use a penny of the money Andrew gave her or any of the things he gave her. This villa was the only one she used, simply because she didn’t want to arouse Stacey’s suspicions. “Sandra!” “Uwaa!!!” She was so surprised that she almost spilled the coffee she had just brewed when someone hugged her from behind. She put down her coffee cup and then let go of the very familiar hug with a slightly irritated expression.
“Laura. I told you repeatedly not to do it,” Sandra turned her body back, looking at Laura, who smiled contentedly at her. “It’s a good thing the coffee didn’t spill.” “So you’re more concerned about the coffee than me?” Laura had a sad expression on her face. “I’m already speechless,” Sandra raised her hands and resigned. She walked back to the dining room, followed by Laura. “Why did you come?” “Do I have to have a special reason to visit my best friend?” Laura puffed out her cheeks as she folded her arms in front of her chest, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m not sure that’s your reason,” Sandra said, squinting her eyes.
“I’m sure it’s more than that.” Laura finally stopped pretending to be angry, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Sandra. “My intention was to check on your work progress. But seeing your Google Doc that still hasn’t been filled in, I think it’s better if I postpone it.” “I’m sorry …” Sandra said regretfully. Laura does have a cute face. But behind her cute face, this woman manages to graduate from the Master’s degree with the best title in literature, leading her to her dream job as a novel editor. Laura was also the one who encouraged Sandra to pursue her career as a writer and sent her first manuscript to her father, who owned a book publishing company.
Laura’s father, Claude Smith, immediately offered her to publish her first work without hesitation after reading it. Three months after she received the contract and her book was published, her debut novel was ranked as a bestseller in New York. The Billionaire’s Path to Revenge is the title of her debut novel. It was the story of a man who became the most prominent businessman in his city, only to take revenge on the wealthy family that killed his entire family. His plans start to falter when he realizes that he is in love with the daughter of his family’s murderer.
Thanks to the sales of the book, which was still selling well and becoming famous, she did not have to worry about financial matters. “No need to apologize,” Laura patted her shoulder, then leaned towards Sandra. “Instead of that, I have an offer that might interest you.” “Hm?” Sandra pulled one eyebrow together, feeling both intrigued and curious. “You get my undivided attention. Shoot.” “Do you want to get out of your dull married life?” “Eh?” Andrew Flynn looked bored at the documents he was reading. In five minutes, he would be able to leave, so he was busy counting the seconds. He wanted to get home and go out with Patricia Margareth, the woman he’d been dating for two years. A knock on the door interrupted Andrew’s reverie.
“Come in!” A man wore elegant glasses in formal attire that enhanced his handsome face and entered gracefully. His hand carried a black envelope with a white rose stamped on the body. “Andrew,” Ethan Nathaniel—the man’s name—stopped his footsteps as soon as he arrived in front of Andrew. He handed the envelope to Andrew. “There’s an invitation. It’s from Mr. Jasper Willow.” “Another invitation?” This month, he attended so many parties. But the party hosted by Jasper Willow was an exception; it was a golden ticket that could expand his business network and strengthen his status among the social elite.
Clearly, this was an opportunity he could not afford to waste. “Yes.” Andrew let out a long breath. This was the part he hated the most: parties. Ever since he married the woman chosen by his grandmother, he had to take her everywhere. Parties, dinners–anything. He didn’t hate his wife. He just didn’t like the fact that he had to marry someone he didn’t love. He didn’t want to be tied down further and deeper with Sandra. Therefore, he lived separately from his wife. He bought a luxury villa that was quite far from where he lived alone, and he rarely visited her other than when he needed her existence. Like now. He reached for his smartphone reluctantly, texting his wife. Prepare yourself. There’s a party at 7 p.m. at Willow’s family home.
It didn’t take him long after sending the message to get a message back from his wife. I’m not feeling well. Good. He was relieved to know that he didn’t have to bring his wife to the party tonight. He then texted Patricia and his younger sister, Tasya Flynn, about the party. Everything would be much more fun when he brought Patricia and his sister. They both knew how to live the elegant and luxurious lives of the rich. Unlike Sandra, who always looked simple to the point of being unattractive. His wife only wore the same dress every time she attended a party and only knew how to embarrass herself in front of the social elites.
That was what annoyed him the most. If only he could have married Patricia instead of the woman his grandmother had chosen. Maybe he wouldn’t be trapped in this situation. “Tell them that I will come alone, not with my wife. She told me she’s not feeling well.” Ethan seemed to object. “Wait. Are you planning to bring Patricia?” “Is there a problem?” Andrew asked back. “Nothing,” Ethan resigned, stopping to ask. “Suit yourself. I’ll confirm with Mr. Willow about your arrival at the party tonight.” “Good.” “I will excuse myself.” Ethan moved to leave Andrew’s room. As soon as he closed the door to the room and left Andrew, Ethan let out a long sigh. “Sandra really is an unlucky woman,” Ethan muttered sadly. “I sympathize with her for having to marry a prick like you, Andrew.” Ethan and Andrew had been friends for a long time, so he knew Andrew’s character.
His best friend was known as a player who was not fond of long-term commitments. The reason his best friend agreed to get married was none other than Mrs. Stacey’s orders. If he was a heterosexual man, he would definitely fall in love with Sandra. She was the right choice. There was no woman today who had a more perfect personality than Sandra Campbell. But Andrew clearly didn’t see that. At exactly seven in the evening, Andrew arrived at the party along with Patricia and Tasya. As soon as he entered, Jasper Willow and his wife, Yvenna Willow, who were standing in the middle of the crowd of invited guests, noticed his arrival.
Withdrawing from the guests and asking them to enjoy the party, the couple walked up to Andrew. “You came,” Jasper said, looking astonished upon discovering Patricia’s presence. He ignored Patricia’s kind gesture of extending her hand to Jasper, turning to Andrew. “Where’s your wife? Why isn’t she with you?” “She’s not feeling well,” Andrew replied casually. “Yes. Why invite a nun to this place anyway?” Tasya laughed mockingly. Yvenna was the first to show her obvious dislike for Tasya. “You should watch what you say. She is your sister-in-law. Are those appropriate words to say to your own family?” “What did I do wrong?” Tasya was stunned, shrugged her shoulders, and left. “You’re weird. I just stated the truth.”
Both Jasper and Yvenna looked at each other, feeling sorry for Sandra for not coming with Andrew. Everyone already knew that Sandra and Andrew’s marital relationship was not good, but neither of them expected it to be this bad. Andrew didn’t even try to defend his wife when his sister insulted Sandra. Jasper shook his head slowly. “I don’t think there’s any point.” “Yeah,” Yvenna agreed, equally concerned. “What’s wrong?” Andrew asked, surprised and confused. His hand signaled for Patricia to leave him. Patricia nodded, went to another area, and enjoyed the party. “What do you think?” said Jasper, getting annoyed.
“What were you thinking by not bringing Sandra, but bringing your mistress?” “I told you; my wife isn’t feeling well,” Andrew defended himself. “Patricia is my girlfriend after all. Of course, I have the right to bring her to the party. Why should I bring my wife to such a fancy place?” “You know what, Mr. Andrew Flynn?” Jasper finally lost his temper. “I was actually planning to start a new business project with you, given the business relationship between my family and your grandmother. But I think I’d better cancel your plans.” “Huh? What do you mean–” “You can’t treat your wife well. Do you think you’ll be able to take care of business?” Jasper took Yvenna’s hand. “Let’s go, dear. We don’t have much time to take care of a moron like him.” The two left, welcoming the other guests. “Who would want to do business with someone like you?” Andrew muttered in annoyance.
He grabbed the champagne drink brought by a waiter who happened to be walking towards him and took a big gulp. He might have failed to receive an invitation for a new business project, as people usually do when attending business parties like this. But he didn’t care. It would be more enjoyable for him to fully immerse himself in the party rather than be preoccupied with work. No working, nothing. It was just him enjoying himself and letting the alcohol take over him completely. Sandra reconsidered Laura’s offer this morning. It was definitely not a bad offer. Leaving this dismal married life behind wouldn’t hurt her. Andrew had never given her anything, so what was she thinking about? It was just too hard. What should she tell Stacey? What would Stacey do if she found out that she had decided to divorce Andrew? She had already agreed to marry Andrew in exchange for covering her father’s debt, so this was definitely not a choice she could take lightly.
But… Ding! Dong! There was a bell that broke Sandra’s reverie. She raised her brow, astonished. There was never anyone who rang her doorbell late at night like this. On the intercom screen, Sandra couldn’t believe what had just happened. Her eyes widened, and her brain had trouble processing the information in front of her. She found Andrew waiting in front of her house instead. Andrew?! How weird, why did he come to her place?! Sandra immediately opened the door. In front of her, Andrew looked so disheveled. He looked at her, then smiled innocently at her. A smile that Andrew had never once shown during his marriage to her.
Vaguely, she smelled alcohol coming from his mouth. How many alcoholic drinks had he had? Sandra felt both worried and anxious. Was there something the man was worried about? What was Andrew going through to drink this much alcohol? “Andrew? What are you doing here? What happened…” Sandra didn’t have time to continue her words when Andrew suddenly held Sandra’s body tightly. His head rested on her shoulder, so she could feel his warm breath and tickle the sensitive spots on her neck. Her heart was racing. For the first time in her marriage, she found Andrew being so spoiled with her. Was this a dream? She did imagine this scenario happening in her mind several times. But only an imaginary scenario was in her mind, no matter how many times she hoped Andrew would turn into a romantic husband. “I’m home…,” Andrew spoke in a half-whispered, half-laughing tone of voice. “Did you miss me?” Andrew’s question created a pounding feeling that intensified.
Did this mean that her cold husband was finally opening up to her? Andrew moved closer to her, looking at her lips. Then he pecked her intensely until she was almost out of breath from it. She found herself enjoying the smooch; she wanted Andrew to do more… “Patricia…” The pounding feeling vanished as soon as she heard him call Patricia Margareth—the man’s secretary—not her name. Anger, resentment, and hatred overcame Sandra. BLUEEGHH!!! Her misfortune was not enough. She hadn’t even recovered from her anger when Andrew threw up, hitting her clothes. “God!” She immediately pushed Andrew’s body to the floor. Her feet kicked the man repeatedly as she let out swear words. How could she give a smooch to a man who called out another woman’s name!? How annoying! “I don’t know what to do…” She heard Andrew mumble, not understanding the meaning of the man’s words. She was planning to leave her prick husband on the floor, but she decided against it.
Reluctantly, she carried Andrew’s body with difficulty to the bed. “Phew…,” Sandra wiped the sweat from her forehead. She helped Andrew take off his shoes and clothes while letting out a long sigh. She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head slowly. “It’s about time, huh? Yes, I think it’s the right time…” She had made up her mind; she was going to leave, to disappear from that man’s life. She would be a free woman. She grabbed the smartphone on her nightstand and called Laura. “Sandra?” Laura’s hoarse voice greeted her as soon as the call was connected, indicating that her best friend had just woken up.
“Why did you call me this late?” She hadn’t been crying. But hearing Laura’s question made her realize how stupid she had been. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, and she sobbed. “Sandra?” The sound of her sobbing knocked out Laura’s sleepiness instantly. “Did something happen?” “About your offer this morning…,” Sandra said between sobs. “Is it still valid?” “Yeah … Of course, it’s still up,” Laura’s voice sounded worried and anxious. “Do you want me to pick you up now?” “Yes,” Sandra replied as she wiped away her tears. “Please. I can’t stand being here anymore…”