Rebirth Back To My Billionaire Husband

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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ALEXA’S POV.

“I’m sorry, sir, I can't do this. You are old enough to be my father; you cannot want me to sleep with you.

“Then kiss your job goodbye.

I fell on my knees. My world was coming to an end. I cannot lose my job at this stage. I have a sick mother to cater to, but I definitely cannot sleep with my boss just to keep my job.

"Sir, please, my mother would die if I lost my job. I need to buy her drugs regularly, and if I lose my job, there is no other way I can get money to do that.

Mr Matthew moved towards me, and he stroked my hair with his right arm. He gave me a faint smile, and he smiled in such a way that only one part of his cheek was lifted.

“You are a very pretty girl, Alexa. Allow me to take good care of you; you won't have to work anymore; all you have to do is be my girlfriend, and I will give you the world. I cannot get over your hourglass figure and your firm breasts; I cannot get my eyes off you.

“You are married with three kids that are older than me, sir. Please do not do this.

Mr. Matthew got exasperated at this point; he hated the fact that I didn't agree with all of his advances, and he slammed his hand on the table.

“Get out of my office now!!

"Please, sir, do not throw me out.

“I will call security on you if you do not leave this minute.

“How about my salary, sir? It's the end of the month; at least you can pay me that since I worked for it.

“I am not paying you a dime; get out!!

My heart was broken; I could not believe I was going to start job hunting again. My heart was heavy because I was supposed to deposit at the hospital that evening for my mother’s treatment. She was diagnosed with stage four leukemia, and ever since my dad died, I have been the only one taking care of her.

I was walking along the street, hopeless. My phone was ringing nonstop. It was a call from the nurses, and I ignored it because I didn't have any excuse to tell them. The payment for my mother’s chemotherapy has been due for two weeks, and I have been coming up with different excuses just so I could pay up when my salary comes, but now I was fired without any pay.

I was in a stage of despondency and quagmire. I was disgruntled because there was no one to run to. I was walking on the street when I saw a sign outside a bar.

“Free drinks for the ladies tonight.

I didn't know I had walked for that long, and when I came to this realization, my feet started to hurt. This was the perfect opportunity for me to relax my legs. I was so tired, and I needed a drink. I walked into the bar, and the place was calm. There weren't a lot of people there, so I dropped my stuff off with the security guy and proceeded. To go sit at the bar.

“Hello, welcome. What would you like to drink?

“I saw the sign outside that says free drinks for ladies.

“Yes, a gentleman paid for most of the drinks and instructed us to give them out to the ladies tonight.

“Great!! Can I have tequila shots, please?

“Sure!!

My order came in shortly, and I started gulping the shots of tequila. I was vibing to the music that was playing. I was pressed at this point because of the alcohol in my system so I went to the restroom and by the time I came back, I saw someone in my seat.

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