The Infamous Billionaire's Ex-wife

Chapter One

"What is going on here?" sounded the loud voice of one of LA's top ten youngest billionaires and the man whom I took pleasure in calling my husband, Richard Ericson. Richard was not just young and a billionaire but also incredibly handsome with golden locks, oceanic eyes, and a body that was to die for. I knew I had struck gold when I signed our marriage contract. Richard looked especially angry today as he stood at the entrance to the house surveying the scene of what had been done to the largest room in his billionaire mansion.

"Mr. Ericson" was the collective voice of Los Angeles paparazzi as they turned towards Richard in excitement. "Welcome back, sir. We are sure that with you here, the dance floor can be open," one of the many reporters said, smiling widely. "We saved the first dance for the anniversary couple." Yes It was us! Today was the day that my marriage with the Los Angeles breakout billionaire became one year, and I could tell that everyone was excited for it. City goers and even those within the country and beyond. "No one has given me an answer," Richard growled at the reporters inching closer. "What in the world is going on in my living room?" To that, some of the media personnel backed away in shock, but their cameras were still rolling. Hoping to leech on fresh gossip, but I would not let them. "Richard, my love," I walked to my husband's side, going to stand toe to toe with him before spreading my arms around him and giving him a kiss. Panic registered inside me when I saw that my husband was not returning my hug or kiss. Richard had not even so much as acknowledged that I was in his arms. "What is wrong?" I asked him, looking straight into his ocean blue eyes. "You don't look very happy today, and today is our… "Who is responsible for this?" Richard cut in before I could finish my statement. He pointed to all the massive decorations that had been carried out within the space of that afternoon.

"The billionaire had forgotten his own wedding anniversary," someone whispered at the corner of the room, and some others began to giggle. "Not just that," another added to the shameless gossip, not caring if we were standing right there listening. "From the looks of things, he might have forgotten that he has a wife," "Maybe he must have gotten drunk and thought that this was another Saturday night of being the most eligible bachelor in LA," yet a new party guest commented. "Who knows?" one of the ladies who had commented before spoke again. "Perhaps there is a lady outside the house just waiting for his signal before she can come in." "Can you please stop?" I screamed at the group of gossipers, unable to take yet another vile accusation against my husband. I was so shocked that Richard kept his calm till now.

They just looked at me with pity in their eyes, and that got me even more irritated. Why was Richard acting this way in front of our guests? "Mr. Ericson," a reporter came forward, as if to interview my husband at that particular moment. It was times like this that I wished we had a normal life. "Don't," my husband held up a hand to her before turning his fiery gaze back to me. "I am still waiting for an explanation. What are they doing in my house this late at night?" "RICHARD, IT IS OUR ANNIVERSARY!" the words came out of me along with some tears. I could not believe that Richard had forgotten our very first anniversary as a couple. "And so?" he responded so casually, it sent daggers to my heart. "Why then is the whole of Los Angeles in my living room?" "They came for the anniversary," I spoke softly, trying to stop more tears from coming out.

What had gotten into Richard that made him behave this way? "So you invited them?" He stared down at me, and I was suddenly aware of how little I was in front of his tall and imposing muscular frame. "No," I said. Trying to focus on reassuring my husband that I had nothing to do with this situation. I was just as shocked as he was when the guests started trooping in. "So who did then?" he asked again, berating me in front of all these lights and cameras. "Because I know it was not me." "I don't know," I said, shaking my head. My first anniversary was turning into a disaster quickly. "Some guys just dropped off these decorations, and at 7:00 pm the guests started…." "So you just let anyone into my house just because they brought in decorations?" I could hear the rage in his tone as well as see it in his eyes. Without any confirmation?" "No," I shook my head again, trying to come up with a way to defend myself. "I thought... I thought you..." "Never mind," Richard said, dismissing it just like he had done that reporter a while back. "At least I am not going to regret this." "Regret what?" a surge of panic attacked me again. I could not shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.What are you trying to say?" "Ted, bring it here," Richard beckoned to his lawyer, who I was only beginning to notice now. If Richard had not organized this, then why was the lawyer here?Mr. Ericson Maybe it should wait for... Ted was trying to say, but my husband did not let him finish. "Give it to me," he said, then held his hand to receive a document from his lawyer before he looked down at me. "Take it." My hands trembled as I held the paper in my hand and my face turned pale as soon as I looked at it's contents. "What does it say?" someone asked. "Divorce," I whispered. My entire world fell apart.