A Second Chance With The Billionaire CEO

A Second Chance With The Billionaire CEO

blessingwrite

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After Mara's wedding with the present CEO of the Brown company, the most influential family in their town. She'd thought she had it all with money, fame, love, name it she had it all on her side. Never had she for once thought that her beloved husband would ever for once cheat on her. But when that happened, she asked for a Divorce and walked out on her failed marriage. Just few weeks after the divorce, she noticed she was pregnant..

Chapter 1 Prologue

Mara sobbed as she clutched her pillow tightly, the loud moans from the next room wouldn't stop reaching her ears as they pierced through her heart more sharply than an arrow could.

What pain is more worse than hearing her husband banging another lady in her matrimonial bed and right at her hearing? As if that wasn't enough locking her and forcing her to stay inside while he drilled the blonde inside their room.

With reddening eyes, she glanced at the wall that demarcated their room from where he had locked her up and then back to the room where she lay presently, that was the room they had both decorated for their baby just when she was first pregnant... She blinked her eyelashes rapidly trying not to let the tears fall to her face.

Tears streaked down her face as she felt the stinging sharp pain from the adverse effect on her face. By the gods, that wasn't the husband she had been married to for four years, he was very sweet and loving. If anyone had told her that Gerald would ever cheat on her not to talk of banging another lady in their room, she'd have used a knife to cut off that person's neck.

Divorce was an option in her case and yes, he'd had presented her with divorce papers severally but she had blatantly refused to sign. Not when he couldn't risk to give her a share for a divorce. How selfish!

She held her half-torn clothes and used them to wipe her injured face carefully as the pain intensified.

Today, she was willing to sign the goddamn papers even though it would be a huge favor on his side; to discard her like a trash of can. Well, she'd prefer getting discarded than keep being his punching bag and getting hurt every day.

A loud groan from Gerald jolted her from her thought as she sighed sniffing inwardly... She needed no one to tell her that they just ended their foreplay.

The fumbling noise of keys shortly on the door of the room where she sat made her affirm her assumption as Gerald opened the door letting the blonde go in first before he followed suit.

She cast him a killing look and then she felt her inside boiling with rage as he fumbled with the belt of his trousers.

"Did you enjoy the moans or you prefer I fvck her right here, barren woman? " Gerald tossed at her with his hands on the blonde boobs.

Mara felt a stab right at her chest as tears came streaking down her cheeks freely.

She stood up fuming, clenching her jaws together... "You can as well keep her as your new mistress while she turns to your baby factory! " she tossed back at him

Panic seized her as Gerald pushed the fuming blonde aside and rushed to her.

"Get me the divorce papers! " She fumed back at him. She has finally had enough of his incessant nagging and his query about her barrenness.

"Now! " she roared at him, pouring out her frustration and anger.

Gerald's face lit up as he heard her voice out what he'd been looking for since..

"Seems you've come to your right sense now, Lena get those papers! "

Mara closed her eyelids as she batted with tears from falling freely down her face, at least not at his watch. She wouldn't let him know that he had won over her, one day she'd be able to revenge back at him.

It didn't take long as the blonde whom she assumed to be Lena walked inside with the divorce papers in her hands.

With a sharp look from Lena, she handed it over to her.

She sighed as she grabbed the paper and pen from her and then settled on the bed scribbling down her signature without giving her opinion a second thought.

She handed it over to him once she was done, flinging it right at his face.

"That's a wise decision you have taken, Barren woman!" He humphed without exempting his hatred for her.

"To hell with you! " she tossed back at him.

"I would have the maid get your things quickly while you get your barren self out of my house''

Realization dawned on Mara that she'd had just signed the goddamned papers... She was going to be leaving just like that without a share, compensation, or whatever all thanks to his cruelty.

With a humph, she walked out of the room.

Shortly she came out from the mansion carrying her suitcase with her as she headed outside, her destination unknown.

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