Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Ava McQueen froze mid-page turn, she blinked forcing her vision to clear as she glanced up from the report she was reading.

Her assistant Grace, stood in the doorway with a rectangular box balanced in her arms.

"You have a packaged delivered ma'am "

"Thank you Grace, you can leave the package on the table " Ava said as she slipped the document into the manila envelope and stood up to walk around the desk.

Smiling charmingly at the curious woman , she said "That'd be all for now"

The door clicked shut as Grace left, leaving Ava alone with the package.

"Phew, this finally arrived" Ava said, opening the box to reveal a blue silk dress with sequins she had ordered a week ago.

"I was really excited when I ordered this" she said smiling wryly, "Now it feels so irrelevant"

Her hand drifted to her abdomen. Flat. Unchanged. Six weeks didn't show.

"I can't believe I'm six weeks pregnant" The words echoed in her mind as she slumped back into her chair, her fingertips pressed against her pulsing temple trying to massage away the mounting pressure.

"What am I going to do?" she moaned.

She was shocked and trembling with joy but at the same time sad.

Shocked because she didn't believe that one drunken night with her husband could have resulted in a child.

Sad because she feared how he would react to the news...if at all he'd react because he hated her and wanted nothing to do with her.

She had met Ethan at the hospital her mom was hospitalised in for her cancer before she died, his grandfather had also been in the ward and grew fond of her, Ethan has married her under the insistence of his grandfather, she was elated at first because she fell in love with the dark hair gentle giant who took care of his grandfather.

Their marriage was riddled by challenges because of her low status compared to the Prestigious McQueen group and Ethan had treated her coldly, a stark difference from the man she'd fallen in love with

"I believed if I worked on myself and my skills, he could love me, what a fool I am" Ava said wearily her fingers digging into the arm of her chair.

Reality proved cruel as she was soon transferred to manage one of the units out of the capital.

And from then she began seeing less and less of him and his visits were spent hotel rooms, far away from her.

"I'm tired and prefer the quiet of the hotel, my meetings will be easier too, do not mind me and focus on your job" He had fired at her with his green eyes avoid of emotion and his voice cold the day she had asked why he wasn't coming to the villa.

He never touched her.

Never

Until that one night. One drunken night after five years of marriage, two spent walking on eggshells and three in separate bedrooms.

The memory of Ethan's weight pressed against her sent a shiver down her spine. His hands, urgent and demanding. His breath, hot against her neck, reeking of whiskey. His voice, husky in her ear.

"Victoria"

Not her name. Never her name.

Victoria Blackwood. The curator of the prestigious Metropolitan gallery, one of McQueen subsidiaries and daughter of a member of the board of the McQueen Conglomerate. Ethan's childhood friend and his first love.