One Night Stand: Billionaire’s Revenge Wife

Chapter 2

Jack's POV

Where was Sara? She did not return home the previous night, I was so worried. I was anxiously waiting for a message or call and was checking my phone every few seconds. Nothing.

The sound of keys in the lock made me stiffen up. The door creaked and she was standing before me. Sara looked awful, her hair was untidy, and she had makeup on her eyes but it was all smudged. She was in the same dress as she wore the previous day, but the dress now looked crumpled.

“Where have you been?” I asked abruptly and my tone was better than usual.

Sara turned her head slightly to look at me, and she recoiled at the sharpness in my voice. “Jack, I-”

“No excuses!” I interrupted her, switching from concern to irritation. “You didn’t come home last night?”

Sara felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes welled up. Taking a deep breath she said. “I saw you, Jack, with Emma in your office”

My stomach dropped at the moment, however, I was too furious to worry about the fact that I deserved to be punished as well.

“That still does not tell me where you were all night,” I snapped, advancing towards her.

Sara lowered her eyes, she did not dare to look at me directly. “I went to a bar to have a drink and needed to think.”

I snorted, folding my arms over my chest. “Think? All night? Are you seriously telling me that?”

“It is the truth!” exclaimed Sara, and she looked directly at me. “I was upset,” she said. “I drank too much.” I-.

“Stop it,” I said abruptly, raising a hand in the air to shoo her off. “I have to go to work now, but I bet you will regret your actions. ”

I angrily marched right by her, snatching my keys off the peg by the front door. As I pulled the door open with a jerk, I heard Sara weep softly behind me; at that, I nearly turned back. My anger urged me on and I shut the door in his face.

I could barely remember driving to work. I clenched the steering wheel so tightly that the whiteness of my knuckles was evident to me as I tried to go over the morning events. When I arrived at the Palmetto Realty parking lot, I had this strange feeling that there was more to the story of Sara.

At the office, I attempted to concentrate on my job. I sorted documents, and dialed telephones, but my thoughts were elsewhere. At that time of the day, which is usually lunchtime, there was a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said, sorry for the uninformed visit.

It was Lucas, one of my childhood friends, we usually drink together at the bar. He looked rather ill at ease and was fidgeting from one foot to the other when he came in.

“Hello, Jack. Do you have some time to spare?”

I just smiled and waved him to take a seat in one of the chairs opposite my desk. “What's, up?”

Lucas sat down and if he could have looked more uncomfortable he certainly did. He cleared his throat. “Hey, I don’t know if I should tell you this, but… I saw Sara last night. ”

My head jerked up, and business was the last thing on my mind. “What? Where?”

“At The Red Lion,” Lucas repeated, shifting in his chair and avoiding to look me in the eye. She was… or rather, she was not single.

I shivered to the bone. “What do you mean?”

Lucas then turned to look at me and I saw the pity and discomfort in his eyes. “She was with a man, I saw her go out with him, they seemed… quite close. ”

So rapidly I rose from my chair that the chair tumbled down with a loud noise. “Are you sure?”

Lucas agreed, whilst rising to his feet. “I am sorry, man, but I felt you had to know”

Lucas was already out of the door before I realized he had left, or in other words, I was almost deaf to his exit. My mind was spinning. Sara had cheated on me, she had been with someone else. The idea made me nauseous and furious at the same time.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I had to cancel my appointments in the afternoon because my mind could not leave the image of Sara with another man. By the time I got home, I was seething with anger.

Sara was in the kitchen cooking when I entered the house. She glanced up from the cup of tea which she was holding between her hands, a glimmer of optimism in her gaze.

“Jack, can we talk-”

“Keep it,” I growled and banged my briefcase on the counter. ” I know what you did last night. ”

Sara's face went white. She placed the cup on the table and her hand was visibly trembling. "Jack, please-"

“You slept with someone else!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and the sound of my voice in the silence of the house was like a slap on her face. “How could you?”

Sara cried bitterly, letting the tears roll down her cheek. She clutched the side of the counter with her hands as if she needed support. “You cheated on me first You cheated on me with my stepsister!”

“That was different!” I shouted although a small voice in the back of my mind was telling me that it wasn’t. “Well, it was a mistake. It did not signify anything. “

“And you thought last night was important to me?” Sara’s voice turned into a sob. ‘I was hurt, angry, and drunk!’

I laughed bitterly. They put on a defensive stance when she said, “Oh, so that makes it okay?”

Sara shook her head, her shoulders slumping, and said, “It does not, but what you did does not as well!”

We looked each other in the eye across the kitchen, both of us still panting. In the quiet that followed, the sound of the clock on the wall seemed to become much louder than it was.

“This isn’t working,” I said after a while and my voice was soft but determined. ”We can’t… I can’t do this. “

Sara’s face crumpled and she seemed to realize what he was saying. "What are you saying?"

I drew in a breath and prepared myself. There are three primary forms of the request: “I want a divorce. ”

Those words stayed between us, still, and cold as if they were our last. Sara’s face contorted and new tears rolled down her face.

“Jack, no,” she whispered and touched my hand “We can solve this and I will not leave you”

I shook my head, pulling my hand away from her grasp and stepping back. ‘Sara, No, we can’t. It is finished. ’

Sara began to cry bitterly and she was shaking all over. “Jack please, I love you we can work this out”

I was too angry, too hurt to listen. "Love? If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have slept with someone else!"

I turned away, unable to look at her anymore. "I'm calling my lawyer in the morning. I want you out of this house by the end of the week."

Sara gasped as if I'd physically struck her. "Jack, you can't be serious!"

I looked at her one last time, my eyes cold. "I've never been more serious in my life. We're done, Sara."