Contract Marriage to a Billionaire CEO

“What the fuck!” Olivia screamed at the sight of her husband and her cousin in their bedroom.

She moved closer, doubting whether or not she was seeing things. Verifying that this was really happening, her purse fell from her hand, and her legs weakened.

Her husband got away from the woman he was with. He adjusted his trousers before he walked up to her without an ounce of shame or guilt.

“Bradford,” she tried to speak, but was at a loss for words. Not only was she disappointed, but she was equally shocked.

“Olivia, i–”

Before Bradford could finish his statement, Olivia summoned the courage to slap him, silencing him.

Olivia wasn't just sad, but angry at her husband, who had the guts to bring a woman into their bedroom. She thought he was a different man and trusted him, but he failed her like every other man she had encountered. All they wanted was what she had to offer, not her love.

“Olivia, I don't care if you slap me a hundred times. It is what it is.” His words left her speechless. “Let's get a divorce. I am tired of hiding this from you. I love your cousin, Layla.”

For some reason, his words made tears well up in her eyes. She expected him to go on his knees and beg for her forgiveness like other men. But no! He showed no remorse for his action.

To worsen it, she had just transferred her shares to him, making him the owner of her father's company. She gave him everything, including her money, house, and cars, believing he truly loved her. She never expected this day to come.

For the past three years they had been together, Bradford was always treating her well and making her believe he was the only person she could trust and rely on. For that reason, Olivia opened up to him and gave him everything she had.

“What if I say no?” Her brow raised as she asked. “Actually, I am not getting a divorce,” she firmly opposed, holding back the tears that threatened to pour down.

Bradford chuckled darkly at her words before walking closer to her. She kept drifting back until her back was against the wall.

He leaned in close to her. “Olivia, will you sign the divorce letter or would you prefer I strangle you to death without anyone knowing?”

Hearing his words, fear instilled inside of her. She knew Bradford was not a man who went back on his word; he was a man of his word. “I… will… sign… it…” she stammered, hoping not to get hurt by Bradford.

“Fine,” he said with a sly smile before turning to face Layla, who had been watching them. “Babe, can you get me the divorce letter?”

“Sure.” Layla's voice echoed.

In no time, she walked up to them with the divorce letter, the duvet wrapped around her chest.