My Ex Wife Is A Crazy Trillionaire

Daniella’s POV “DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME YOUR WIFE AGAIN, Carlos. Am done with you, you are as good as dead to me.” I said bitterly as I began to pack my things to walk out when my husband became mad at me for questioning him about the multiple extramarital affairs he had. “How dare you ask me such a thing?” Who gave you the permission?” Who do you think you are?” Carlos angrily responded to my questions. “You have been openly saying you would live happily without me in your life, because you would marry someone who would bear you children. Do you know how this statement pinches me Carlos? You have severally attacked my self- respect and dignity,but this time around, you are not unlucky.” “Do you think this marriage is the end of my world,Carlos?” His reaction sent literal shock waves through me,and it was as though my heart had ripped out from my chest. “How could you do this to me after all the sacrifice I did to keep our marriage...., including enduring your poverty levels???” I asked, my head heavy and whirling. Instantly turning my face to stare at the tall figure in front of me, my face paled. “You seduced me first! How did you expect me to love you back? Actually, I'm feeling disgusted by looking at you–!” Carlos snapped, grimacing before holding my hand first. With that, I rushed to the door and opened it. Bewildered, I popped my eyes up expecting the worst and whispered, “Please, don't do this... You know we moved from scratch to where we are now–!” Suddenly, her eyes welled with tears blurring her vision. Without hesitation, Carlos shoved her away, howling, “Leave my house, you pathetic brat! I have another beautiful and fertile lady, not trash!!” “You see Carlos, I have been seeing some red flags in you for quite some time, but didn't want to believe I will ever part ways with you because of the crazy love I have towards you. In Fact, I have lived to blame myself for the bad characters I see in you, to my detriment.Today is that day……” As I continued to pack,I went into a hell of silence as I waited to hear what Carlos had to say finally as I was at the verge of moving out. Hopefully his words or actions would confirm something to me about the real reason behind the extramarital affairs. I would verify if it's true he had planned to marry Joan and would want to bring her into the house when I finally moved out, following some news that I had received. That man was as silent as a corpse, yes, I mean Carlos of course. He uttered no word, instead crossed his legs and continued taking sips of his cold drink. In shock, my mouth formed an O. I hurried in my business, crying silently, tears flowing and scalding my cheeks. The whole experience was as if I had swallowed some bitter herbs….all painful. I even thought I was dreaming. At some point I sat down on the bed for a while, to refresh my mind, but lol!! It was a real event, it wasn't a dream. “Carlos,when I move out of this house, don't ever look for me in your life, whether you will be at the point of death, or whatever, you poor shameless man,I told him as I looked straight into his eyes. I might look foolish now, but I know what I'm doing, and am not begging to stay after all, one day you will know why I wasn't begging.” I said in agitation. “And why do you think you should ever beg to stay in my house? Walk out with everything that belongs to you madam, what have I to lose after all? I NEED MY SPACE, woman.” Carlos answered rudely in a thunder sound, followed by a wicked evil laughter, his voice burning me like acid. At that moment,I realised I needed to be stronger than ever before so that Carlos couldn't think he was winning. I did the last bit of my packing, flung the door open, dragged my suitcases out and banged the door behind me, didn't care if it would break. It was in the afternoon and I wanted to catch some bus to my sister's place. As soon as I had walked out, Carlos shamelessly opened the door, I crossed my fingers, hoping he was opening to call me back. Worst of all expectation, he rained disrespectful and scornful words at me. My brows furrowed, but I didn't even look at him because I had completely made up my mind, it was indeed over between me and Carlos. I called a taxi driver to take me to the bus station, oh yes, I was that determined, I had sworn never to look back. As I stood outside the gate waiting for the taxi driver, Carlos made a phone call and I could hear all he was saying, “The BARREN b***h has gone my love, I hope you come over tomorrow so we can start life mummy, or can I pick you up at a place of your choice?” I knew he was talking to Joan, but wasn't it a confirmation of the fears I had all along and the information I had received a few days back? The contents of that phone call pissed me off, feeling openly rejected, unloved and unvalued, though it didn't change much of who I was.It was a feeling I would overcome in a little while then regain my dignity. I swallowed that pill as bitter as it was. The taxi driver arrived, loaded my luggage and we left. I made a prayer asking God to give me strength to forget every painful past memory I had with Carlos, however hard that seemed possible. In the Taxi, I didn't have a word with the driver, my face was so pale and my heart raced within me,I guess the driver could read my face and couldn't dare engage me in any conversation. In about Twenty minutes, we got to the bus station,I alighted the taxi, took my luggage, paid the taxi driver and headed straight to the bus that would go through the route to my sister's place. We left sooner than later. It was a journey of about two hours, quite long. My sister Abigael was aware of the struggles I had in my marriage, so I had informed her of my coming and she was waiting for me at the bus station. She thought it was just a normal visit, but was shocked when she set her eyes on my huge luggage. Looking at my wild face, she had no option but to keep her questions until we got home. We arrived at home and she served me with the best meals and drinks you could ever think of. What a joy to have met her younger sister after a long while!!!!! Little did she know the issues at hand and in my heart. We chatted up abit but she noticed I was abit disconnected however much I tried to hide my feelings. I requested her to allow me to take a thirty minute nap in order to rest from the journey. I woke up later, this time she didn't spare me because she had done enough scrutiny of my luggage. She began interrogating me, “My dear little sister, what happened this time around,that you had to carry all your belongings?” I answered with tears flowing uncontrollably, “I have realised that it's of no need to fight for anything in marriage. Can you imagine your relative being among the people preying on your partner and spoiling your marriage?” “Mmmmh..….What do you mean Dan iella?” Abigael asked in dreadful shock. “Come on……Speak up.”