Second Marriage With A Billionaire

"W-what is this?"

"What does it look like? Divorce papers." Bruno replied, taking a large drag of his cigarette.

"You're divorcing me." I whispered, gripping the sides of the file in my hand. The air in the office suddenly became too thin and too heavy, like I was breathing in blades.

"Don't act so surprised. You knew this day would come." He scoffed, blowing a puff of smoke in the air.

I knew. I knew this day would come from the moment I said 'I do' two years ago. The countless affairs and the times he threatened to do so were an added bonus. But I never expected it to be this day of all days. Not when I found out the news that was going to change our lives.

"W-what about your child?" I asked as my trembling hands dropped the file on the table between us.

"What delusions are you talk-"

"I'm pregnant." I breathed, pulling on a paper from my purse and dropping it in front of him. He stared at it with zero emotions in his and took another drag of his cigarette.

"T-that was why I went out without your permission today. I went to the doctor, and the test came out positive." I explained, biting my inner cheek and praying he didn't yell at me again for leaving the house.

It was unfortunate that I just had to get pregnant the day he was kicking me out, but that didn't mean I wanted to stay. I just wanted to know how he planned to take care of our child.

"And so? Do you expect me to keep you because of a child that isn't mine?" He said, raising a brow and hers furrowed.

"W-what?!" I gasped as my eyes grew wide. "It's yours. I-"

"You really have the nerve to try to babytrap me with a child that isn't even mine." Bruno hissed as he stood up from his chair and walked to me.

"It's yours. I sw-!" A small scream left my lips as he grabbed a fistful of my blond hair in his hand and glared straight into my amber eyes.

'Please don't hit me. Please.' I trembled at the pure rage in his gaze.

"Look! I don't care about the devil spawn in your womb. I don't care if you aborted it or if the two of you died. You're going to sign these papers and leave my house. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I nodded, blinking back tears, and he let go of my hair. Why did I think he would want anything to do with the child? I was a fool.

My fingers shook as I picked up the pen on the table and wrote my signature on the space on the paper. I always imagined a heavy weight would be lifted off my shoulders when I finally signed our divorce, but dread curled up in my stomach.

"You have thirty minutes to pack all your stuff and leave. Sasha will be here in the next one hour, and I want your stench to be gone." Bruno said, walking back to his chair.

'I'm not surprised Sasha is the first girl he would invite. She has always been his go-to sex buddy, even before we married.' I thought as I stood up and walked to the door.

"You know you're not getting any dime from me, right?" He asked as I opened the door.

I didn't need to turn back to see his satisfied smirk. It was very audible. And he didn't have to tell me. I didn't forget the prenup that completely favoured him.

"I know," I nodded, stepped out, and closed the door.

'Don't cry. Don't dare cry.' I scolded myself as I staggered to my room, though my eyes pricked. 'Crying won't change the fact that you foolishly loved a man who completely hated your existence.'

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"What are you doing here?" My mother's voice boomed through the foyer the moment I stepped through the door of my family's mansion.

"Mother! Father!" I stiffened, forcing a pleasant smile as I tried not to squirm under my parents' harsh glares. "I-"

"Not a word from you. Bruno already told us. How dare you disgrace us?! Do you know how hard it was for us to secure a marriage with such a good man?!" My father yelled as they stormed to me.

Good? There was nothing morally good about Bruno. He was an abusive, narcissistic, egoistic man, but that didn't matter to my parents. As long as there was a fat bank account and business deal, even the devil was a saint. To them, he was the perfect man.