The Crippled War God Is A Billionaire

Soléne's ears tingled at the sound of the bedroom door opening. She didn't need to turn away from the window to know who Jonathan was wheeling in. Her invalid husband. What did he want? She thought as her fingers held her teacup tighter, irritated by his intrusion and his unwanted presence. Waking up everyday in this house, a solid reminder of what she is now, was already painful enough. Having to deal with an embodied disappointment in a wheelchair was unbearable. Still, she turned. The corners of her lip lifted in a snicker and her eyes hardened in disdain as she took in the appearance of a man once revered as the most skillful sergeant in the military. Past glory was as good as dust. It did nothing to boost her career like her grandmother had made her think. She should have listened to her guts but she had decided to be obedient for once to earn some favour and see where it landed all of her hard work. The family company she had painstakingly added value to was now being handed over to her favoured brother. And dealing with an invalid made her situation even more helpless. What good was a man who couldn't stand on his own feet? And why was he dressed up nicely? Her eyes roved up and down his body, taking in the navy blue sweatshirt that wrapped snugly around his broad chest and shoulders and muscly arms built by his years in the military. “Leaving again to God knows where Micheal?” She took a sip of her tea but the calming ability of chamomile did nothing to lessen the sarcasm dripping from every word in her inquiry. Micheal took in a deep breath and released it slowly. He seemed hesistant to reply. “Why don't you have brunch with me, hmm?” Soléne quirked an eyebrow, she wasn't expecting that. “Evading my question. She raised her teacup to her lips, muttering to her self. “ How more embarrassing can you get?” “I won't be long. I'll be back soon Soléne, I promise.” “Won't be long?” She scoffed and infuriated by another lie, she hurled the teacup and what was left of it at Michael's feet. Jonathan gasped and tried his best to shift Micheal and the wheel chair away from it but the ceramic crashed against his shin before hitting the ground. “From what part of your constant disappearing acts do I draw confidence from huh!” Soléne yelled. “Who are you really? And what do you do when you disappear? I'm having enough problem dealing with the repercussions of marrying you, the least you can do is at least be sincere!” Soléne was frustrated and because she saw Micheal as a living reminder of her mistake in listening to her grandmother, she was taking out her frustrations on him. Three years ago, Soléne was the talk of everyone in the business world. Someone to admire, someone to imitate. She was a rising star at the peak of her career having surpassed get brother, the preferred heir of the family. But not even her achievements could earn her some favour from her grandmother and so when her grandmother had presented the idea of marrying the disabled sergeant, she had agreed. However, instead of scaling even higher, she had to deal with the new image if being wife to a fallen soldier with a brave history. She got judged and those judgements and sentiments started to cost her important connections she had toiled to build. Seemingly, no matter what she did, she never scaled higher while her brother started to rise. Her grandmother was if no help, she was solely focused on her brother. Soléne realized the bitter truth they she could never win over her grandmother's love. And as each day passed by being Micheal's wife, Soléne's bitterness grew. “I'm sorry Soléne.” Micheal's gentle voice was cut short my Soléne's angry outburst. “Sorry! Sorry won't cut it Micheal. I'm tired of being kept in the dark. You disappear for several days each month and return like it's nothing. I have no idea what you are doing or where you're going to.” She threw her hands up into the air, letting it drop unceremoniously to her sides. “ “Hell! If you get killed off I wouldn't even know what to do.” “Soléne, I can explain. I will explain but not just now.” Soléne looked at Micheal long and hard, then turned away and massaged her temples. “So I don't deserve an explanation to the tens of thousands that disappears out of the bank when you go on this kind of trips huh?” Soléne's tone was a half a pitch down but she was still seething. “Every month for three years Micheal. I deserve an explanation.” Micheal looked away to the side at a painting of a garden hanging on the wall, his face slightly twisted in pain. He couldn't answer her question, it wasn't the right time. For now, she wouldjust have to… “Get a divorce.” Micheal snapped his head back to look at her, his eyes wide and round. He wasn't sure he heard her right. Soléne folded her hand and pursed her lips into a determined thin line. “Let’s get ourselves a divorce Micheal and out ourselves out of this misery. We weren't meant to be in the first place.” Micheal shook his head. “ Soléne please.” “No Micheal. That is what's best for us. I'm tired of feeling like a loser. Three years of putting up with this nonsense is enough.” “Soléne, I swear it's for your own good that you do not know.” Micheal pushed the wheels with his hand, trying to get closer to her. The broken and forgotten tea cup made a sound as the wheels of the wheel chair went over it, crushing it even further. Jonathan helped his master by pushing the wheelchair from behind but Soléne withdrew away like he was a leper, her face scrunched up in disgust as she stared at his legs. She could see the damp area of the splotch of tea on his black pants. It wasn't his fault that his fate turned out like this but she was suffering. She was supposed to get married to a man powerful enough to match her ambition and career, not ruin it. “If you're not going to tell me everything, then let's forget this marriage since we were never in love with each other anyway.” “Soléne, just a little while and I'll tell you everything but not right now. Please.” Micheal stretched out a hand to her, imploringly. “No! It's either you tell me where all that money goes into or we get a divorce and end this!”