Dumped My Millionaire Cheating Husband

Her legs webbed into each other, causing her feet to wobble and trip over each other. Lunging forward and almost hitting the ground, her heartbeat skips, her mind shoots up in alert, waiting for her body to connect with the ground and feel a gruesome pain. A miracle she's still yet to understand, or probably, an invisible angel held her, she balances herself. She stood with her hands in her hair and her legs wobbling in fear. Well, at least her boobs were safe.  She throws her phone on the king-sized bed across from her, the cause of her almost experienced tripping, ignoring the content of a message to focus more on the task at hand. In hastened steps and with the shuffling of soft fur slippers against the white fur ground, she moves toward the window that causes the lilac curtains to sway and dance to the tune of the cool night breeze. She cast a quick glance outside at the starry night before moving on to hold the white window handle and close it shut. She definitely isn't in the mood to admire stars. She would have done that, but her light and joyous mood had been polluted by a so-called human– Rachel. Speaking of a devil in disguise. Running her hands through her auburn hair, she makes her way back to her bed with sloped shoulders. She plops into the bed with a loud sigh, causing the bed to dip in. After about some unexplainable minutes of staring into space, she kicks off her pink kitty cat fur slippers and reaches for her phone, her slippers hitting the ground with a soft thud. Wendy's gaze once again moved across the content of a message from an anonymous number. The content of the message looks extremely similar to that one particular message she had once received a month ago. Wendy didn't need a soothsayer before she could know who the sender of the message actually is. She scoffed, a soft and almost quiet one. The audacity. The audacity of the stranger– no, actually-the audacity of Rachel. The guts to repeat her foolish act. Wasn't the first one enough? Wendy wasn't one to be fooled. She was almost fooled the first time she got the message, but not this time. She tapped her ice-cream inspired manicured nails nervously on her phone. This time, she concluded, she wasn't going to show her father the disgusting message from the stranger. She would keep it to herself. She heaved a sigh and dropped her hands with her phone onto her joined laps. Her mind begins to swim in memories and flashbacks. She could still remember that day perfectly well. That day, when Rachel anonymously sent her a message, urging her to stop being a daddy's girl and get married. Being naive and stupid, or so as she thought, she showed the message to Father. He dialed the anonymous number on his phone and, Voila! It was Rachel, his ex. How foolish she was then. How foolish of her to have thought Daniel would defend her. She was so naive and innocent. She had thought her husband would try to take justice for her, but it was the other way around. Right before her eyes, Daniel had instead apologized to Rachel-the stalker, and he even had the guts to speak through his sexy lips and tell Rachel he would divorce her. ! Not that she cares about the memory any longer, anyway. She snaps back into reality, burying every inch of that memory deep into the sea. She wasn't in the mood to overthink things with the message Rachel sent. Wendy stretches her hand toward the bedside table to drop her phone. Her phone, a few inches away from her hand toward the table, buzzes. Her face scrunched up in annoyance. All she wanted was sleep, but then, her phone had buzzed before she could even set it down. She squints her eyes as she takes a peak at the new message that entered. She shoots up from her bed as her mind processes the message from the so-called Rachel. “You undeniably don't know why Daniel can't leave me. Shouldn't you be asking why, so you can also make him stay? Meet me in the hospital in 30 minutes, and mind you, no guests allowed. It's not like I'm going to kidnap you.” She runs her both hands through her disheveled long auburn hair, her mind now in disarray. First, what would she wear? How would she style her hair and besides, if she went to the hospital just to hear Rachel, wouldn't it be like she was desperate? All these thoughts ran through her head. As if woken from a daze, she makes a dash out of her bed, flipping her blanket to the other side of the bed, but, accidentally, it hits the floor instead. She didn't care how she looked at the moment. Well, she actually didn't care until she arrived in front of the hospital. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked in hurried steps toward the storey building. Her steps were calculated and in style as she struggled to hide her mismatched slippers. How could she have been careless? She murmured silent prayers. Prayers that all the lit lights would die, so she could be free to walk around in her disheveled state. Her prayers weren't answered. She rubs her palms together as she approaches her husband's hospital room. Her heart begins to thump loudly as the sound of giggles seemed closer and obviously coming from Daniel's room. She stops in front of the door and takes a peek into the room. Her fears were confirmed. Right before her very own black orbs, she could see her husband cradling Rachel's silver-blonde head in his arms and repeatedly kissing her forehead with a smile. His eyes looked bright and alive, like he was so much in love. Wasn't Rachel supposed to be his ex, why were they in that position? Wendy could feel the moisture at the corner of her eyes that threatened to fall. She wasn't going to cry, no! Or probably she was the one misunderstanding– Her breathing hitched and in the blink of an eye, her inner demons broke out at the new scene in front of her. Her so-called husband had his lips on his ex-girlfriend. Weren't those lips meant for her alone? Well, it wasn't like they'd kissed before. Her knuckles connected with the brown door in force, swinging it open and making it connect with the wall with a loud sound.  The hormonal beings in front of her jerked away from each other in shock. Their faces were now visible to Wendy.  “You son of a b***h!” Her index finger was pointed at Daniel as she spoke with the heavy rise and fall of her breath. The tall man looked at her with the quirk of an eyebrow. His expression showed no ounce of guilt. He bit his lower lip as he stood akimbo. “How dare you? You both are w****s!” Her face looked swollen, and she was trying so hard to keep her tears from falling. Right. Here she was, looking pained and desperate. She wasn't supposed to act like that. She didn't hear the echo of the sound, but the sting she felt afterward made her come back to reality and remove her gaze from the cheat in front of her. “Feeling any better now?” the commanding voice said. Her blurry eyes made contact with sharp one-sharp brows, sharp makeup, sharp blue eye orbs-everything about Rachel spoke authority and command. Had she actually dressed up haphazardly to come and meet this scene? She placed her right palm on her burning cheek and she could feel the hotness. Her hands, in a haste, connected with Rachel's plastic boobs ready to squeeze hell out of it, but it was flung away, almost connecting itself to her face. Daniel had stepped in between them. “Don't touch her.” His words sounded low and cold that it sent shivers down Wendy's spine. She didn't need to argue further with them, she already knew her place. It was already glaring. He wasn't in love with her, but with Rachel. She looked down at her slippers and smirked. A smirk that brought down tears with it. "Divorce,” she said, in a low tone. Daniel folded his arms as he stared at Wendy's pitiful sight. “What?” A look that stunned Daniel and sent shivers down Rachel's spine. She lifted her head and stared at him with a cold and stony face. “Divorce,” she repeated, more loudly. “I'm leaving. Enjoy your plastic beauty.