Sweet Divorce: Second Chance With A Ruthless Billionaire.

~Amber~ I stood frozen in disbelief as the words on the paper blurred before my eyes. Divorce papers. My hands trembled as I tried to make sense of it all. How could he do this to me? After all, we've gone through together? I can't let him dump me like garbage. I won't allow that. “Alex, I won't sign these papers,” I folded my arms and glared at him. “Amber I'm not giving you a choice here” His eyebrows furrowed. “I want you gone by the end of tomorrow,” He yelled at me. “Where do you expect me to go? After four years?” I yelled back at him and tears streamed down my cheeks. “I don't care, just sign them and get out of my life,” He said, throwing the documents at me. The argument had been intense, fueled by pent-up frustrations and unspoken grievances. But divorce? I never saw it coming. Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his betrayal. In a daze, I stormed out of the house, seeking solace in the cool night air. Rain lashed against my skin, matching the tempest raging within me. Ignoring the thunderous roar of my heart, I slid behind the wheel, desperate to outrun the pain threatening to consume me. I can't let him do this to me. Not after all I've sacrificed for him. He is not in his right senses. He's probably frustrated by work. I should give him time to think it through. He might have calmed down by the time I returned. As I drove in the rain, I assured myself that Everything would be fine. He will think it through before the next day. I parked by the roadside and picked up my phone to dial my friend's number. I dialed the number, my fingers trembling with the leftover anger from our argument. I meant to call my best friend seeking some solace and advice, but instead, I accidentally dialed his number. “f**k!” I mumbled as Alex's number displayed on the screen. The familiar sound of his voice hit my ear, and I was about to hang up when I heard another voice – Bianca’s. My breath caught in my throat. I knew that voice anywhere. She was laughing, that soft, intimate laugh that she always saved for moments of genuine pleasure. The kind of laugh that made me question why I was still listening instead of ending the call immediately. “Don’t worry, she’s clueless,” he said, his voice low and intimate, a tone he used to reserve for me. My heart sank as the realization hit me like a physical blow. I felt the ground shift beneath my feet.Bianca’s voice followed, “I don’t know how you keep this up. She’s going to find out eventually.” “I have plans,” he replied confidently, his voice full of the charm that once made me fall for him. “I filed for divorce already. She will be gone anytime soon.” I pressed the phone harder against my ear, my heart pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it. I was frozen, unable to move, unable to hang up, as I listened to my best friend and my husband conspiring, their words piercing through me like shards of glass. My vision blurred, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin. My mind raced, replaying every moment of our argument, every fight, every suspicious glance exchanged between them that I had dismissed as paranoia. In that moment, everything changed. I wasn’t just a wife who was about to be divorced for nothing. I was a woman betrayed by the two people I trusted most in the world. And as their laughter filled my ear, I knew there was no going back. “Alex you bastard! How dare you sleep with my friend?” I yelled as I hung up the call. I started the car and turned the wheels in anger. I'm going back home. I'm going to end everything with him.How dare he betray me like this? Why was I blinded by his empty love and affection? Why did I trust Bianca so foolishly? Why didn't I see this coming? I cursed myself for being too naive as I drove in the storm. Suddenly, I lost control of the car. Before I knew it another car ran into mine. My car lost balance and started tumbling. The glass on the windows shattered and the fragments pierced against my face. Anger, pain, and regret surged through me. I can't die like this. I need to live. I need to show them how it feels to be betrayed and hurt so badly. “Please save me,” I prayed to whoever was in charge of life. Then I heard the screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal—then darkness. “No! No!!” That was the only word I could mumble out before I lost consciousness…. * * * * (One month later) I blinked open my eyes to the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, disoriented and achingly aware of the dull ache radiating through my body. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint murmur of voices in the distance. I saw a strange man sitting by my bedside, his face etched with lines of anger and disgust. His presence is intimidating and gut-testing. His eyes are piercing and imposing. Confusion gnawed at my mind as I struggled to piece together fragments of memory. The last thing I remember was being involved in a car accident. What caused the accident I couldn't quite figure out. The rest of my memories were in haze and I couldn't remember a thing. “Here, sign these papers,” He said before I could pinpoint who he was. For some reason, he looked so familiar but I still didn't know who he was. “I’m-sorry-sir-who-are-you?” I managed to say. My mouth aches after saying those words. The room felt as though it was spinning. As if I had just come down from a roller coaster. My brain felt disorganized and disoriented. “What do you mean by that?” He yelled and gripped the hospital bed. I flinched and Fear gripped me. I don't know this man, but yet he is asking me to sign a paper I know nothing about. I tried to speak, to demand answers, but words eluded me. Instead, I searched his eyes, hoping he would give me a reasonable explanation. “Amber, incase you've lost your senses” He started, his tone was harsh.“These are the divorce papers, sign them this instant.” He said. Divorce papers? Does this mean we were married? I turn to look at him, my vision is still blurry but clear enough to see the stranger standing by my bed. My hands, weak and trembling, grip the bed sheets as if they could anchor me to reality. I can barely form words. This stranger here is my husband? How cruel and heartless of him? Am I not his wife? Didn't he love me? So why divorce me? “I won't,” I said and a whimper escaped my mouth. I started crying immediately. “Quit wasting my time and–” He was about to hit me when the door creaked open. “Sir?” A male voice called. “sir please get away from her,” I looked up and saw the doctor. “Sir, your wife just woke up from a coma and has suffered a minor memory loss.” He started. “She can't remember anything for now, just give her some time,” He said. Coma? Memory loss? Oh my God! How long have I been here? “Amber quit faking and sign these papers,” The man who is pronounced to be my husband said. “This isn't the first time you put up an act just to prevent our divorce,” From the way he said it, I was pretty sure it was true. I might have put up several acts just to prevent it. Because my heart was beating for him and dying to be with him right now. He was freaking hot. You could see his muscular body from the way the suit hugged his body tightly. I hated that I was a woman who used to die after a man. I hated the feeling of being clingy. I hated that he thought less of me. “Mr. Alexander, you have to give her some time–” “No,” I cut in. “I don't need any more time.” I stared deeply into his eyes and said, “Give me the papers,”