Billionaire's Ex-Wife's Revenge

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ming back, should I jus

d walk towards the dining table to pack up the food

was right. Lucas wasn't coming back home. I thought he would

I was

dn't care

got married to me because his family forced him. I also

ith me and would never be. But I was delusional enough t

ee years but noth

he saw it fit to sleep at home, it still felt

lt like it. He always used protection be

said our wedding vows to each other. He took everythi

edical school. But no, Lucas turned me into

ho wouldn't want to be with one of the finest men in New York? Bu

a perfect coupl

ake smile. Everyone thought I was lucky to be with him. They tho

ll clock in the living room. It was only

and it was almost midnight. The maid had alread

come back before midnight. I mean, he was nice e

e important places to be than to b

because I saw it co

friend even warn

n't do anythi

ouch and walked back to my room. As I lay on the bed,

t a scoff and

make my situation worse. I just decide

anation for why he didn't come back home f

es were forced to flutter open. I strained my eyes to

y mind to close the curtains. Letting out a deep breath,

ked at me but he didn't ev

had to say something. "You didn't come home yester

oodness, Layla." He paused for a second, then he continued. "We haven't had dinne

our... it's... anniversary." I was too hurt

sleep." He continued as he took off his white sh

he felt like it. Even though we shared the room. Most t

k me to leave permanently. Sometimes, I w

about our anniversary here." I sat upright, staring at him. "I made

tically. "Are you happy now? Please leave the roo

of the bed. "The maid helped me refrigerate the food,

ou?" He asked, shaking his head. "You

mmaged through the closet searching for something.

was searching for and

wn envelope and handed it over to me. "Take." He t

t. "Lucas, what is this?" I asked,

nvelope? What was inside? I hope