Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Amanda

Today, three years ago, Jason Grey proposed to me at the airport, just as we returned from our trip to the beautiful New York City. He had everything planned out, and I said "yes" to him in the presence of a very large crowd. I was filled with ecstasy at the time, and I thought that I would be the happiest woman in the world.

To me, Jason Grey was everything a woman could ever desire... He was gorgeous, very attentive towards me, and prioritized my happiness above every other thing or person. I later discovered that it was all a facade, though. He was also very wealthy as he was the founder and CEO of JG Fitness co-operation.

We got married two weeks after his proposal, and that was when everything changed for me. Jason Grey, the people's idol, was the very opposite of everything I ever wanted.

My name's Amanda Grey and today was supposed to be our third anniversary, but of course, my husband, Jason Grey, completely forgot about it.

I headed down the road and towards the boutique, when I felt a vibration in my bag, "Hello, Amanda" My heart raised as I heard my husband's cold voice behind the speaker, "I wouldn't be coming home today and tomorrow..."

My heart raced and I steadied my shaky hands properly "Is there a reason?" I managed to ask.

"Reason?" Jason chuckled, "There's something I need to attend to, " he rasped, and I imagined him smirking mischievously as he normally did whenever he was doing something he knew that I wouldn't like.

"Today's our anniversary, honey," I was hoping he would change his mind at least. We hardly spent time together and our marriage was on the brink of death, "Could you please come back for today? You can go back after tonight..."

"Since when did we start celebrating anniversaries?"

"Jason, please, come home. I don't feel okay with the way things are going. We're a married couple for goodness sake! You're my husband, my husband! When would you start acting as one?" I was livid with anger. Passers_by kept giving me this pitiful look, as though they understood what was going on. I was just outside the boutique because I didn't want to disturb the people shopping inside.

"I never wanted to marry you!" He basically screamed with emphasis. I could feel a tinge of anger mixed with disdain in his voice. My heart broke for the hundredth time.

I had discovered along the line, two months after our wedding three years ago, that Jason never actually loved me, but I never knew his hatred ran as deep as this...

"Don't call me again! I'll come back home in two days." He hung up and I felt weak all over. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk and I didn't know what to do.

I had wanted to get him a tuxedo from the boutique and organize a little surprise for him as my anniversary gift, but I wasn't sure I would go ahead with that. My legs felt wobbly and my stomach churned. I let the tears flow freely now, as I thought about what to do. It seemed there was no way of saving my marriage.

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Dean Geoffrey, my late father, who was the CEO of the great Athars Resources passed away four years ago. The company was never the same after his demise.

Before his death, he had raised me single-handedly. My father had me when he was a teenager. For some reason, after the death of his high school sweetheart, my mother, (who died right after giving birth to me), he refused to marry again.

The company suffered a financial and social breakdown, but when it was about to be shut down completely, my husband, Jason Grey came to her rescue.

He approached my grandparents and convinced them that he could and would revive the company only if he was allowed to marry me. My grandparents sold the idea to me, and I agreed. Little did I know that Jason Grey, who was now my husband, was as cunning as a tortoise. A green snake in green grass!

Jason Grey presented himself as the nicest man then, and he treated me like an absolute Princess for two weeks before asking me to marry him

. In a quest to liberate myself and my grandparents from extreme poverty, and most especially, in a bid to settle my dad's outstanding and outrageous debts, I had agreed. I wasn't exactly in love with him, even though he was every woman's dream man. We had only known each other for two weeks and got married in a space of another two weeks.

Little did I know that that marriage was my ticket to my own hellfire.