MY EX WIFE IS A BILLIONAIRE I want her back

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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"We are getting a divorce."

I stared blankly at the paper Ethan just handed to me.

There was no way this was happening.

"Get it signed as soon as possible." He muttered again, with so much easiness that made me think I've been married to myself all this years.

Why does it seem like I was suffocating? I staggered abit.

"Is this what you want?" I managed to say to him and he nodded firmly,

I searched his eyes for anything, any hint at all to why he was doing this. But there was nothing.

I never believed Ethan could this to me. I've loved and dedicated my life to him for the past five years, even though he treated me like trash.

"Is it Mia?" I asked, my eyes getting a bit teary now.

"Yes." He replied sharply, and almost a smile could be sighted at his lips.

"I don't care about your relationship with her! like I've never cared, I've never interfered in your affairs with her! why then do you need to divorce me?!" I couldn't hold my tears anymore as it began strolling down freely.

"I will give you anything you want." He muttered.

"We could work this out, our marriage was out of love. We can make this work again. I love you Ethan and you know it." I muttered, my voice tearing apart now, my whole world was sinking,.

"Ethan? we can do this."

"A million dollars, I'll give you a million dollars,."

My heart sank at his response.

I could see his mind was already made up, nothing could be done now.

I sniffed in painfully and left his presence, with the papers in my hand getting squized by my palm as if that could help my marriage.

When I was completely out of sight, I squatted down, allowing my tears strolling down freely as I cried my eyes out. I had never imagined my marriage could reach this point. The thought of being separated from Ethan for the rest our lives twitched my chest I couldn't stop the tears.

When I was done, I stood up slowly, picking my belongings, the one that was mostly necessary.

I quickly removed the pyjamas and wore one of my gowns.

Then picked some of my shoes and packed it all in my box. When I was done I dragged my box along with me, trying hard to not shed more tears. For the past three years of my life after Mia came back, it has being from tears to fighting hard to be seen. It was time to let go now.

When I got to the living room, Mia stood, a sarcastic smirk playing at her lips which disappeared immediately she sighted my husband.

On a normal day, I could've let that slide, but what was the point now? Ethan already kicked me out, I could relieve some burden from my mind.

I let go of my bag's handle, and fiercely dashed towards her, I sent several slaps to her face.

Her expression was priceless, it brought joy to my heart, she never expected I'd do something like that. I've always tolerated her sh!t cos of Ethan, but today I didn't give a damn anymore.

She screamed in pain as I refused to let go of her hair.

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