Loved by the billionaire brothers

Teresa POV The plane lands, and it is finally time for me to go home after a few weeks. I was supposed to be home by the end of the week, but my meetings have been postponed, and I decided to come back early and surprise him. I have been worried since he hasn't picked up his phone, but he could be busy. Furthermore, I booked an Uber cab and reached my location. I walked into the house that my husband and I bought together six years ago. The excitement that, I feel, is overwhelming. I took a little time off of my job. I want to spend some quality time with my husband and take him on a second honeymoon. We didn't have that much fun on our first honeymoon. Darren broke his leg on the third day and I had food poisoning for the whole week. It is so weird, but I spent my honeymoon in the hospital. So, I can say that our money was totally wasted, but now I want to travel the world with him and have s*x with him in every place we visit. I walk down the hall and hear some grunting sounds coming from our room. Hearing this, I got shocked. At first, I thought Darren was in pain, but as I got closer, I realized that it was the same noise that he makes when we have s*x. I steadied myself against the wall, hoping that what I was hearing was wrong. I loosened my grip on the wall as my hands began to perspire. I move closer as slowly as I can, wishing this is all a nightmare of my f*****g scary night that I would wake up from at any moment and this annoying sound would stop immediately. My heart is throbbing oftentimes. I open the door with a bang. The door splinters and breaks with the force that it hits the wall. Darren and the woman scream in shock as soon as they find me in the room. My blood rushes cold once I see who the woman was, my best friend. How could they? Seeing my best friend, who is now top on my enemy list, on the same bed where we used to have s*x, my eyes popped open, and my breath caught in my lungs. I know that if I open my mouth to fight him, I will start crying. My anger would surely turn into tears, so I just gulped, and without saying anything I turned my face to the door. My vision blurred with tears as I made my way out of the house. I start running down the street. I hear Darren calling out to me in the distance. I didn't care anymore. The rain is pouring down onto my face and mixing with my tears. I could hardly see, but all I could think of was getting out of there. I kept running for what felt like hours. I stopped once I had no more energy to go on. I stumbled into the alley and sat down. I pulled my legs to my chest and kept sobbing. I don't know how long I sat there, just feeling my heart break over and over again. Is this pain ever going to stop? It is the worst pain one can ever feel when your husband cheated on you with your own best friend whom you used to call your sister from another mother. I am just cursing myself as well as Darren. Tears aren't stopped falling and like there is a tear-filled tank inside my eyes. Just then, I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to mine. I raised my head from the knees to find the footsteps and as I looked up my gaze, I see a young man walking closer to me. I start wiping my tears prodigally, trying to hide my tears. “Don't worry about the tears. I already saw it. And you know what, sometimes it is essential, to get rid of your anxiety. You will feel better after taking your grief out in the form of tears. But the problem is that your nose has turned red, which makes you look like a clown. “ He gave me the kindest smile I have ever seen. Perhaps he tried to make me smile. I cleaned my tears completely. I have never felt so embarrassed in my f*****g entire life. This is why I came into the alley, so no one could see me. I was trying to hide my pain from the man, but he could see right through my facade. “Why don't you come with me? It is cold outside. We can get a warm cup of coffee inside.” This kind man helped me up and placed his leather jacket around my shoulders. This is the first time I realized that I left the house without getting myself something warm. It is really too cold outside, but I was numb, unable to feel anything. We stepped around the corner and I saw that we were at my favorite coffee shop. Latte Loca is the kind of place that always brought me delight. It is no wonder that even when I didn't know where I was going that I came here. We walked in and all the usual waiters were there. The smell of the rich coffee enters my nose and brings back so many remembrances. This is a place that I came to daily since I finished my degree. In fact, I can call it my second home. I celebrated all my major milestones here. I sat at the booth that was reserved only for me. Yes, this is how I came here. I run my hands over the red tablecloth. It was supposed to bring me comfort, but right now, it only gives me pain. This is the exact spot where Darren asked me to marry him. Where we planned our wedding together. Where he vowed to never love any other girl than me. All of it just went up in smoke. I feel the tears running down my face once again. “Just control yourself, Teresa. You are in a public place.”, A thought ran through my mind, causing me to look around the people. “Teresa, you came back early.” The owner of Latte Loca pulled me up and hugged me. This only made me cry even harder. Larissa has been a mother to me since my parents died just before I completed university. She pushed me back a bit, and I guess she could see the sadness in my eyes. She didn't give me any pity, for which I am grateful to her. She pushed me back into the booth and sat down next to me. I told her everything that has happened since I walked into the house. We kept talking until my mind drifted off to the fact that my husband was cheating. I stepped out of the coffee shop feeling lighter than before. The kind man disappeared as soon as Larissa sat down. It was still raining outside, so I walked to the curb to catch a cab. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Darren standing behind me. My anger and hurt are back in full force. “Can we please talk? I want to explain everything to you.” Darren asked, looking guilty as sin. I know he will only make excuses. The most prominent one will be that I didn't give him enough attention. I know this because this was the excuse that my friend's husband used. “Yes Darren, we can talk, but I don't want to talk about your justification. Nothing you say can make this better. I will only talk to you about a divorce.” I turn back to the cab that stopped. I climb in, not even looking back at Darren. I sat in front of the house waiting for that bastard to leave for work. I spent the evening in a hotel room, planning my next move. I even contacted a divorce lawyer already. I realized that I need to get all my stuff out of the house before he returns in the evening. I did not want to see him at all, so I contacted a moving company to come and help me. I already rented a storage unit for all of my stuff until I get back. I watch as Darren pulled out of the driveway. Moments later, the moving company came, and I made my way over. Right now, I feel petty and want to take his precious BMW from him. I bought him that car, the bastard. I walked into the house as they pulled out boxes from the truck. I took out the stickers that I brought with me. I start labeling all the stuff that should be packed. Most of the stuff in this house is mine. My brother and I decided to split all my parent's furniture when they died. Well, most of the things in this house I bought with my own money. I was the major breadwinner in this family. I spent the rest of the day helping pack up my things. I wanted it to be done before Darren came back from work. I knew he didn't come back home for lunch, so I had until five to pack everything up. I looked at the clock after the last box was placed into the truck. It was already three. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a letter to Darren. Dear Darren. I am placing my key in the plant where we placed our spare key. I already took everything that I came into this relationship with. You can keep the stuff that we bought while we were married. I do not want anything that reminds me of you. Please do not contact me. You can contact my lawyer from now on. Her name is Nydia Harding. She will send you the divorce papers to your email. Regards, Teresa. I walked back to my dream house and locked it for the last time. I placed my key in the potted plant on the porch and walked over to my car. I feel the tears running down my face once again. I cannot believe that this part of my life is forever over. I worked so hard and now I have to leave it all behind.