Billionaire: Obsession with his Ex-wife

Crystel Point of View I am very excited about going home to surprise my husband. I plan to cook our dinner tonight to celebrate our 2nd anniversary as a married couple. My smile drops after I hear loud moans coming from his room. My legs are shaking as I make my way toward his room. The moans and heavy breathing become louder as I near his door. I clench my fists as tears quickly pour from my eyes. I don't need to open the door to see what is happening inside. Their moans and panting are enough to know what's going on in that room. "What a way to surprise me on our 2nd wedding anniversary," I laugh through tears. I'm tired of crying and blaming myself every day and night, but I can't complain because I knew about their relationship from the very start. I forced him to marry me, so he is now tormenting me in return. How I wish he would torture me physically, not emotionally like this. This is killing me. I go to my room and sit beside the door, crying as I bury my face in my lap. I should be immune by now, I should accept the fact that he married me out of necessity, not love. I thought marrying him would make me happy, but I never imagined myself crying every single night after our wedding day. I listen to their moans and sweet messages to each other while making love. I pat my chest multiple times, out of breath from crying so much. I don't know how many minutes I've been crying in the dark, listening to their intimate moments. "It's your fault, Crystel. No one's to blame but yourself. You married him! You should endure it," I cry, saying to myself. "Madam, are you there?" I startle a bit after I hear one of our maids outside my room. "Calm down, Crystel. Tilt your head and blink your eyes five times," I say to myself. It's crazy how much I've changed. I never used to talk to myself because I am a very vocal person and always have a friend to talk to. But after marrying him, I learned to keep my struggles to myself. I'm ashamed to share my situation with my friends, especially with my parents. I take a deep breath before slowly standing up. I can't take it anymore. I open the cabinet to take the envelope that contains the divorce papers. I love him, but I need to stop fooling myself. If my parents knew about my foolishness for loving and marrying a man who can't reciprocate my feelings, they would definitely knock some sense into me. I open the door, making my maid jump a little after seeing my disheveled appearance. "M-Madam, are you okay?" She asks nervously, looking shocked. "Get the spare key to my husband's room now," I say emotionlessly. She immediately runs to get the key, and after a few seconds, she hands it to me without saying anything. I head directly to my husband's room. Yes, even though we are married, we don't live in the same room. He demanded to have his own room after our wedding. I insert the key and notice that the door is not locked. I can't help but clench the divorce papers in my palm. "How brave of them to do something disgusting in my house without locking the door," I shout angrily in my head. I kick the door hard, creating a loud bang as it collides with the wall. I step inside without waiting for their permission. I see how shocked they look at me. I was prepared to see them naked and entwined, but I still feel a sting deep in my heart seeing my husband hugging his girlfriend underneath him. "Surprise!" The first word that comes out of my mouth. My voice is flat, and my face shows no emotion. Blake immediately covers them with a blanket. "What are you doing here?" He asks, looking emotionless. "Nothing, I just want to watch you having s*x with your mistress. Why, am I not allowed to do that?" I say, trying to control my anger. "Leave, Crystel!" He growls, making me raise my eyebrows at him. "You are telling me to leave?" I say, pointing at myself in disbelief. I guess he's gone mad from having s*x with his mistress that he forgot he is asking me to leave my own house. "I guess you forgot. THIS IS MY HOUSE, and I WANT BOTH OF YOU TO GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!" I say, emphasizing that I am the owner here and I am kicking them out. I can see that Blake wants to say something when I raise my arm to stop him. He looks at me, confusion visible on his face. "I don't want to fool ourselves anymore. Let's end our marriage," I say, heading towards him. I throw the crumpled divorce papers at his face. "Sign it," I demand. "Let's talk outside," he says as he picks up his clothes from the floor. "I don't want to talk to you. I just want you to sign the divorce papers," I insist, stomping my foot on the floor. He shamelessly dresses in front of me and then grabs my arm to force me outside. I immediately struggle to get away from him, but he is too strong. "DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU DISGUST ME!" I exclaim, forcibly tugging my arm out of his grip. I head outside first and go directly to my office. I sit in my swivel chair, waiting for him. After a few minutes, I see his figure confidently walking towards me. I look at him coldly, and he returns the same expression. He is shameless. After what he has done, he still has the confidence to face me as if he didn't commit a sin before my eyes. "What kind of trick is this again, Crystel? Why can't you just leave me alone?" He asks coldly.