DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE WHO NEVER LOVED ME

“Sir, your husband has arrived.” Fariana smiled instantly, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the table. “Finally,” she whispered, a soft breath of relief escaping her lips. Her heart fluttered as she lifted her gaze toward the entrance, anticipation lighting up her eyes. For a moment, everything felt right again. The hours of waiting, the quiet loneliness of the past weeks—it all seemed worth it. Tonight mattered. Tonight, things could change. But the smile on her lips froze the second she looked up. Because Bruce wasn’t alone. It happened in an instant—so fast, yet painfully slow. The tall figure of her husband stood at the entrance, just as composed and commanding as ever in his perfectly tailored black suit. But beside him… was a woman. A woman who didn’t hesitate. A woman who didn’t stand behind him. A woman who walked beside him like she belonged there. Dolly. Fariana’s breath caught sharply in her throat. No… Her eyes dropped immediately to the woman’s neck—and her world shattered. The ruby necklace. The one Bruce had mentioned days ago, his tone unreadable when he said it was meant for “someone important.” Fariana had smiled back then. She had thought— Her chest tightened painfully. She had thought it was for her. But now… Now it rested perfectly against Dolly’s collarbone, glowing under the restaurant lights like a cruel joke. Fariana’s fingers trembled slightly as she pushed herself to stand. “Bruce…” Her voice was soft, uncertain, as if speaking too loudly would make everything real. His gaze found her instantly. Cold. Unmoved. Unapologetic. He walked toward her, each step steady, controlled. Dolly followed effortlessly, her hand lightly looped around his arm. Fariana felt something inside her chest c***k with every step they took closer. When they reached the table, Bruce didn’t greet her. Didn’t smile. Didn’t even acknowledge the effort she had put into tonight. Instead, he pulled out a chair. For Dolly. “Sit,” he said calmly. Dolly smiled, her voice gentle. “Thank you, Bruce.” Fariana stood there, frozen. Invisible. “Bruce…” she tried again, her voice trembling now. “What is this?” He finally looked at her properly, his expression sharpening slightly. “Why are you making a scene?” “A scene?” Fariana repeated, a hollow laugh escaping her lips. “This is our anniversary.” “And?” he replied flatly. The word hit her harder than any insult ever could. Fariana swallowed, forcing herself to stay composed. “You told me to come here. You said tonight was important.” “It is,” he said simply, taking his seat beside Dolly. Not across from Fariana. Not beside his wife. Beside her. Fariana’s heart twisted painfully. Dolly glanced at her with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I think… there’s been a misunderstanding.” “No,” Bruce said calmly. “There hasn’t.” Fariana’s hands clenched at her sides. “Then explain it to me,” she demanded, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay strong. Bruce leaned back slightly, his gaze cold and calculating. “Why?” he asked. “So you can lie your way out of it?” Her breath hitched. “Lie…?” Without another word, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small envelope. The sound it made when it hit the table felt louder than it should have. “Open it,” he said. Fariana hesitated for a second before slowly reaching forward. Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, her chest tightening with every passing second. Something was wrong. She could feel it. Inside were photographs. Her hands shook as she pulled them out. Her eyes widened. Pictures of her. With another man. Standing close. Talking. Laughing. Her mind spun. “What… is this?” she whispered. Bruce’s expression didn’t change. “You tell me.” Fariana shook her head quickly, panic rising in her chest. “This isn’t what it looks like—” “It looks exactly like what it is,” he cut in coldly. “No!” she cried, clutching the photos tightly. “He’s just a colleague! We were discussing work—nothing more!” “At night?” Bruce challenged. “In private?” “It wasn’t private!” she insisted desperately. “There were people around—this is taken out of context!” Bruce let out a short, humorless laugh. “You expect me to believe that?” “Yes!” Her voice broke. “Because it’s the truth!” Silence fell between them. Heavy. Crushing. Then Bruce spoke again. “I never trusted you.” The words were quiet. But they destroyed her. Fariana felt her knees weaken slightly, her breath catching painfully in her chest. “…what?” she whispered. “I married you because I had to,” he continued, his tone calm, almost indifferent. “Not because I believed in you.” Each word felt like a blade. “Three years…” Fariana’s voice trembled. “Three years, Bruce. And you never trusted me?” “No,” he said simply. Dolly shifted slightly in her seat, her brows furrowing. “Bruce… maybe we should—” “This doesn’t concern you,” he said without looking at her. Fariana let out a shaky breath, tears slipping down her cheeks despite her effort to hold them back. “I never cheated on you,” she said softly. “Not once.” Bruce didn’t respond. Didn’t react. Didn’t care. That hurt the most. Fariana’s gaze slowly drifted to Dolly. To the necklace. “To her.” “So… she’s the ‘important person,’” Fariana said quietly. Bruce didn’t deny it. Dolly touched the ruby lightly, her expression unreadable. Fariana let out a broken laugh. “I really believed… for a second… that it was for me.” No one spoke. She wiped her tears quickly, forcing herself to stand straighter. Then she asked the question she wasn’t sure she wanted answered. “Do you love her?” Bruce didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” The word shattered whatever remained inside her. Fariana nodded slowly, as if trying to accept the truth. “I see,” she whispered. She placed the photos back on the table carefully, her movements calm despite the storm inside her. “Then there’s nothing left to say.” Bruce watched her, his expression unreadable. “Good,” he said. “That makes this easier.” Easier. Fariana almost laughed again. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a small step back. “I hope,” she said, her voice steady now, “that she’s worth it.” Dolly looked at her, something flickering in her eyes—guilt, maybe. But Fariana didn’t wait to find out. She turned. And walked away. Each step echoed softly against the marble floor, her heels steady despite the way her world had just collapsed. No one stopped her. No one called her back. By the time she reached the doors, her vision was blurred with tears—but she refused to let them fall again. Not here. Not in front of them. Not in front of anyone. The moment she stepped outside, the cool night air hit her skin. And that’s when she broke. A sob escaped her lips before she could stop it, her hand flying to cover her mouth as her shoulders trembled violently. “Three years…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Three years…” Gone. Just like that. Fariana looked up at the dark sky, her chest rising and falling rapidly. For a moment, she felt completely empty. Lost. But then… Something shifted. The pain didn’t disappear. But it changed. It hardened. Her tears slowed. Her expression slowly steadied. And in her eyes— Something new appeared. Not love. Not hope. But resolve. “Bruce…” she murmured softly. “You chose wrong.” Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as she took a step forward into the night. “This isn’t the end.” Her voice was no longer weak. No longer trembling. “This is just the beginning.” And with that— Fariana walked away from the life she once begged to keep… And into the storm she was ready to create.