THE BILLIONARE'S EX-WIFE

CHAPTER THREE

‘Well the national casanova was at it again last night, he was spotted just outside club Nexus, and I bet you would want to know all the juicy details so stay tuned we’ll be right back’ the gossip announcer said on the radio, they always air anything to get the ratings, my phone pinged and I stopped the treadmill as I walked to where it was, ‘I hope you haven’t forgotten tonight’s commitment’ the message notification showed on my lock screen. It’s been two weeks already that I put myself in this commitment and Mr Morgan has been reminding me every two days, ‘will not’ a quick reply to him as I walk out of the gym room to my room.

My workload is not a lot for the day, I just have a few back to back meetings then the plan is to rush home and get a change of clothes before heading to the Morgan’s commitment. The last meeting takes longer to finish and ‘out the window goes the plan’, the traffic is a bit heavy but not really bad, not that I’m rushing but getting this over and done with is my priority.

As the car stops in the driveway of the venue, all the journalists come swooning my way, the guards rush forward parting them to allow some room for me to pass, some start calling my name asking me about who was with me last night, some ask about my wife and some about business, “bloody vultures” I say to myself as I enter by the door. Soon I am greeted by all the men in the room and I can see a few younger ladies drooling, as I make my way to the bar, Mr Morgan rushes up to me, “Mr Anderson welcome and thank you for coming” he starts with the small talk and I have to act like I’m interested.

Well let me tell you of my relationship with Mr Morgan here, he is that one old man that can do anything for wealth and power, six years ago when he couldn’t pay off his debt to my family, he suggested to marry off one off his daughters to me. I knew it was all for my wealth and status, I had declined it but then my grandfather went and chose the bride himself, which was not my preference at all.

“Audrey, why don’t you get Mr Anderson a drink” I hear Anthony Morgan say to his daughter, she smiles widely like a kid that just got candy, “Audrey is such a good girl compared to....” he trails off as I give him a glare, ‘such a shameless man’ I think to myself as I see clearly what his intentions are. As my sister-in-law returns with my drink my father-in-law quickly excuses himself with the excuse of welcoming the guests.

The whole night Audrey hasn’t moved away from me, everyone that comes to me either talks about a business alliance with the Anderson Corp, or they come introduce their daughters to me. As the guests leave and I prepare to leave also I hear “will you please give me a lift home?” I look at her in disbelief, “how did you get here?” I ask her, she looks around then down at her feet, she stammers “I...I told the driver to go back home”, what a bold girl, she didn’t really think she would leave with me, “your father is still here tell him to organise transport for you” I tell her and go to my car.

AUDREY’S POV

“Oh sweet child” my mother coos as she rubs circle on my back, my head on my mother’s lap as I silently sob, ‘why can he ever acknowledge me’ I think to myself as more tears blur my eyes, after all the hard work I put in to break them apart Alexander Anderson still won’t look my way. I should have been the one who had gotten married to him, but they chose that ugly...good for nothing bastard child of my fathers. He did not even look at me today, I had hope he’d be the one to take off the dress I was wearing and I chose it especially for him. More tears came to my eyes as I thought about him.

“Anthony won’t you do anything about this?” I hear my mother question my father as soon as he walks in, I get up and rush to him, “daddy” I say between sobs, he just hugs me and rubs my head. “Sophie there’s nothing I can do” he says sitting down and drinking a glass of water, this is just frustrating, Alexander Anderson is the only thing I could never have and I wasn’t used to this, I had been chasing after him for six year after knowing WE were supposed to get married. “Stop crying sweet girl” my father comforts me, but that is not what I want, still crying I run upstairs towards my room, as soon as I get in I lock the door and throw myself on the bed to cry myself to sleep.