Wanted Back By My Billionaire Ex-husband.

Chapter 3

JEROME.

I felt elated.

Finally, I can be with Amy and not hide our relationship anymore. I couldn't wait for this day as I have waited for so long.

Amy is a lady in my class, the girl of my dreams, and I hated myself for spending six years with Sylvia.

With Sylvia gone, Amy and I had the house to ourselves. I went back into the bedroom to see Amy.

"Let's have some wine," I said to her, planting a kiss on her right cheek.

"Of course," Amy said, smiling coyly.

"What do you have?"

"Some champagne, if you like," I said, propped up on my elbow. "But we also have Chardonnay, Beaujolais, anything just ask."

"That's why I love you," Amy said, cupping my face in her hands and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Lora,” I called to one of my maids, who stood not far from the room.

At once, the door flung open and she walked in.

“Sir.”

“Bring in a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.”

The maid left.

I sat on the edge of the bed, while Amy sat on the bed, her hand on my back.

"I'm so glad she's gone now," Amy said. "I feel freer than ever. You're such a darling for kicking her out."

She said this, tapping my shoulder, and I nodded in agreement.

"I had to," I said. "At some point, I did feel pity for her, but I had to. She had to go, so I have no regrets."

"I wonder why you feel any pity for that woman, Jerome," Amy snapped with jealousy in her voice, one eyebrow raised. "Anyway, can we now begin the process of transferring all of her property to me? I mean, we might as well do it now."

"Mmm," I muttered, taking a sip from my glass. "We can. But not until you and I are legally married. That way, you can get all that was hers."

"I see," Amy said, and then added playfully. "So when's the wedding?"

"Oh, soon," I announced. "As soon as we can do it."

They were both silent for a minute.

"I loved the look of horror on her face as you spelled out that you were divorcing her, and then pushed her out," Amy said.

"She has had it good for too long. It was time she felt the pinch of life."

I only snorted. I was beginning to get tipsy.

"I think I'm going to get some sleep now," I said, gently setting my glass down and laying my back on the bed.

Amy dropped her glass too, but said to me, "Not yet, darling."

She kissed my lips, our breaths heavy with the smell of wine. The kissing got more intense, and we held each other tightly, and soon, we both undressed, our moans filled the air.

***

SYLVIA.

I walked into the hotel hallway, my bags still in my hands.

I was physically and mentally exhausted and walked slowly to the reception desk.

"Good evening," I said to the receptionist, a middle-aged woman with platinum blonde hair and a brightly made-up face.

"Good evening," the woman responded in a lazy drawl, without even raising her head from the computer.

"I'd like a room, please," I announced.

"Oh," the woman said, finally looking at me. "Specifications?"

"What?"

"What kind of room would you like?" The receptionist asked.

"Oh, I don't know," I muttered, furrowing her brows. "Something small, I guess. I just need somewhere to rest my head tonight. I'll be on my way tomorrow."

"Okay, then," the receptionist said, typing even faster on the computer. She requested my credit card, which I handed to her, and after a few minutes, gave her a key to a room.

"Take the elevator to the third floor," she instructed. "Your room is the last room in the corridor."

"Okay, thanks," I said, collecting the key.

The receptionist didn't reply, and I lugged my pieces of luggage into the elevator.

Within a few minutes, I arrived inside the hotel room, tired beyond words, I took a shower, and without much thought, I slept off.

The next day, I woke up as early as I usually did. I sat on the bed for a while, contemplating my situation.

"I'm a divorcee," I said to myself, as tears flowed, unrestrained, down my face.

I didn't want to do anything.

Neither did life seem worth living.

I wanted to die but at once, I remembered the baby growing in my womb.

Little rays of hope arose in me. I will do all I can to protect you away from that beast called your father I had to.

Hours passed by and soon, it was time for me to lodge outside of the hotel room. I took a long bath, and after that, ate lunch.

"Where do I go now?" I thought to myself.

I had a degree in marketing from college, the same place where I had met Amy first, and then Jerome. I could find some work to do, but I didn't want to do it in Las Vegas.

"This place could very well kill me," I thought to myself. "I might as well leave completely, and never come back."

“Yes! This is what I will do. I have lost everything, so there is nothing left to lose.”

But I had no idea exactly where I had to go. I had lived most of my life in Las Vegas, and now I felt kicked out.

"But I need to leave this place, and I need to do it fast."

I contemplated it for a while and remembered a friend of my mother who had taken care of me for a while after my mother died. The woman had lived in Las Vegas up until a few years back when she moved from the bustle of the city to Des Moines, Iowa.

"I could call Aunt Kathy," I said to myself, as I searched through her phone for the woman's contact. After minutes of scrolling, I finally found it. I called immediately.

"Hello? Who is this?" Aunt Kathy said.

"Aunt Kathy, it's me, Sylvia," I introduced, my voice high-pitched with girlish excitement. "Do you remember me?"

"Sylvia, Denise's girl?" Aunt Kathy asked, sounding confused.

"Yes, yes, that's me, Denise's daughter."

"How have you been, child? It's been such a long time."

"I know. I've been fine. And you, how have you been?"

"Fine," Aunt Kathy said. "It's really quiet here, and I love it. How is your husband?"

I went mute.

"He's good, he's fine," I finally answered, my throat burning as I spoke. "Erm ... Aunt Kathy, I want to come over to Iowa."

"Is everything alright?" You sound like you're in trouble," Aunt Kathy said.

"I'm fine, I'm good," I assured her. "Like I said, I'll be coming over to Iowa, and I'll likely stop at your place."

"Okay, that's fine, child," Aunt Kathy said. "You can do that. You're always welcome to be with me."

"Thank you so much," I said.

At once, I hung up and felt some relief. But nothing could take away the sinking feeling that remained inside of me since I signed those divorce papers.

My phone rang.

"Hello," I muttered as I tried to know who might be speaking.

"Am I unto Mrs Sylvia?"

I rolled my eyes, "Miss, please."

"Oh," the voice said, "I have forgotten. I am Andrew Jackson, Mr. Jerome's lawyer, your account has been seized and all the money in it is on hold. Your husband instructed that we do so, and I am calling to inform you that the deed has been done."

I froze, and my phone fell to the ground, the loud breaking sound paralyzed me.