Ruthless Billionaire Wants Me Back

Elena's eyes widened as she stepped into the dining area, her lips parted, and a wave of shock rushed through her nerves. ‘So it's true?’ She said inwardly, as sweat slowly started to build up. It was a special day for Kyle… it wasn't his birthday or their anniversary, but she had to ensure he had a pleasant experience when he came home that evening. Not only did she prepare his favourite dishes, dessert, and wine, but she also went over the top in getting the house themed and decorated for him. He had never celebrated their anniversary or her birthday, so she had to make good use of the opportunity, so they could feast together as a couple. However, it slowly turned out to be the worst day to be with Kyle, her heart was shattered to the core when she saw him, and she felt somewhat… betrayed. “Earth to Elena! What the hell are you staring at?” Kyle snapped, disgust evident in his voice. “I– I'm… I...” She couldn't find the right words, it felt like they got stuck in her mouth. “Pathetic!” Kyle spat, gently stroking the hair of the beautiful blonde lady who leaned into him. Earlier, she had heard rumours about his lover, Sophia Caldwell who had returned, it was a daily gossip for the maids in the mansion. She always ignored them, not wanting to believe the rumours and she dared not question Kyle. However, Elena didn't expect such an amount of disrespect from Kyle. Even if he cheated on her, he shouldn't have brought in a homewrecker… but who was she to question him? Presently, she was seething with resentment— casting a daring gaze at him, while placing the last dish on the table. “Oops, I think I dropped something!” The sound of a spoon clashing with the marble tile resonated in Elena's ears. ‘Does she expect me to pick it?’ Elena furrowed her eyebrows at Sophia who exclaimed malevolently. “Well, what are you waiting for? Pick the Goddamn spoon!” Kyle sneered disdainfully. ‘Wait, whose side is he on? And why is he asking me to do this?’ She thought, confused. She bent to the floor, heaving a sigh of frustration, as she leaned forward to pick up the spoon. ‘Is this what I've been lowered to?’ Her eyes felt itchy as tears welled up. Suddenly, she felt a cold liquid running down her hair, and she let out a gasp. She touched her hair to check what it was… ‘is this wine?’ She asked herself. It stained her dress and made her neatly styled hair all messy. Even as she tried to hold back her anger, she couldn't control what she felt inside, and the tears she held back, slowly rolled down her cheeks. Elena stared at Kyle, his impassive face, she hoped to see if he would say something but instead, she heard her annoying voice. “That's what you get for trying to steal my man on my birthday.” She scoffed. Elena's legs couldn't hold up her weight any longer, so quickly she held onto a chair beside her. Sophia's words had sent a wave of shock down her spine, and she felt all kinds of emotions rushing through her. Not only did she cook all sorts of delicacies, she made a way to get the house themed and redecorated, all for his lover's birthday. ‘How stupid of me to think that I'd win his heart?’ She thought. The more it sank into her that she was fighting a losing battle, the more fear gripped her. She watched her marriage slip off her fingers. It was at that point she realised why the day was special to Kyle. Yes, she knew he made it clear to her that he hated her, but then, she couldn't keep up with it. It was just too much for her, even for anyone.’ She closed her eyes firmly, finally allowing her tears to stream down her cheeks freely. “Don't just stand there, clean it up!” Elena was startled upon hearing Kyle's roar, his face contorted into a frown, disgusted by her. “It's okay baby, don't let her get to you,” Sophia said softly, pulling him up for a kiss. “Okay, darling.” Kyle pinched her chin and kissed her softly. Elena's heart raced faster, as he moved in closer to Sophia. Her heart felt heavy and she let out a subtle gasp as he kissed her. She clenched her chair tightly as if she could snap it into the. Her eyes filled with hurt and her body trembled. She hated him, she hated them all. “Ahhhh!” She screamed, hurt evident in her voice. She covered her eyes in shame, hiding her tears, throwing the chair to the side, she picked up pace and ran out of the room, slamming the door hard behind her. As she ran through the hallway, their laughter silently gradually faded behind her. The maids stared at her with empathy, like they expected the outcome when they noticed Kyle coming with his lover. Elena stormed into her room… she fell beside her bed wailing heavily and she gripped the sheets in agony. Kyle had been like this ever since they got married. Initially, She fell in love with him at first sight, and he noticed her. They even shared some short but delicate moments. But ever since his sister died, his demeanour towards her changed, and eventually, he proposed to her. It was a dream come true for Elena as she said ‘Yes!’ But a few days into the marriage, not even a year or months. He began treating her like garbage. Presently, Elena finally stood up from her misery, her eyes had gone puffy. She took little strides towards the large floor-to-ceiling mirror, gently rubbing her abdomen. All she felt was pity for her unborn child. Two months ago, Kyle came home angry, and all he wanted was to cool off his nuts. Elena being the better alternative, got used that night. He didn't even look at her after it, but still, she loved it. His touch, his hungry desire… it was something she never experienced, and he had starved her for too long. However, Kyle wasn't aware of it, she felt he might force her to abort the pregnancy, or even abuse her till she had a miscarriage. She just had to keep it for as long as she could before unveiling it to him. She looked down at her barely visible bump, rubbing it gently “I love you, sweetie–” Before Elena could finish, Kyle stormed in with heavy footsteps, as he banged the door wide against the wall. It startled her, and she felt intimidated once again by his domineering aura. His hazel eyes pierced into her feeble soul like a predator about to feast on his prey. He drew in closer to her, standing inches away. He tilted her chin up expectantly, and with an indifferent gaze, he asked. “Who the hell were you talking to?”