The Mysterious Billionaire's Broken Lover

Amelia POV “You’re the most useless thing in my life right now! How the f**k did I end up with someone as shallow as you?” That was my husband, Ethan Moreno, cussing me out like he usually does. This wasn’t new to me. It was something that I’d gotten used to over the years. The physical and emotional abuse had turned into a second skin to me. “What is it that you can f*****g do best, huh? You can’t even give me a f*****g child! If you can’t do the simplest job required of a woman, how do you intend to do even better things?” I stood in our bedroom, my head bowed as he continued to lash out at me. Ethan hadn’t always been like this. When I fell in love with him, he was the sweetest man on earth. He would do anything to make me happy. But one month after we got married, he gradually started to change. To this day, I still can’t put a finger on what happened to the man I fell in love with. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry that I’ve not been able to conceive,” I apologized meekly. “I’ve seen the doctor countless times and he confirmed that I’m medically okay. If only you would agree to see the doctor as well so that he can run tests on you—” The rest of my words were swallowed as I felt a sharp sting on my cheek. I gasped, holding the abused cheek as the pain of the slap infiltrated more into my brain. “You filthy, good-for-nothing excuse of a woman!” he yelled. “Did you just try to say that I’m the problem? Did you just try to infer that I’m the cause of your infertility?” “No, Ethan. That’s not what I’m saying. I just think that it’ll be good for both of us to visit the doctor so that he can know the problem exactly.” He glared at me, the veins in his neck shooting out as he yelled. “The problem? You are the problem, Amelia! You’ve been the problem in this family for as long as I can remember. You haven’t contributed in any way to this family, instead, all you do is take. What the hell was I thinking when I got married to a wretched woman like you?!” His words cut straight into my heart, opening up all the old wounds that I’d buried deep down. I wanted to remind him how I helped build his business with the ideas that I dropped, how I’d always bring up new designs that his company could use, and how that has greatly put him in the spotlight. But that would only make him angrier, and I was trying to save my marriage. All these years, the reason I’d stayed put apart from the fact that I loved Ethan, was because I hated to prove my family right. They’d been strongly against me getting married to Ethan but I’d gone against them. And now, I was hoping that he would see all that I’d done for him, and love me just like he used to. For some odd reason, I felt that as long as I kept giving him more ideas for his project, he would love me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I’ll do better to contribute more to your family.” He yanked the suit that I’d been holding out and threw it on without sparing me a glance. “You can make yourself useful, or you can grant me that divorce that I’ve always wanted. It’s up to you.” This wasn’t the first time that he had threatened me with divorce. But every single time, I would grovel and beg him not to divorce me, promising to do whatever he wanted and to create even better designs for his company. And shamelessly still, that was what I did. “Please… you can’t divorce me, Ethan. I won’t survive without you. I’ll do anything…just please…don’t divorce me.” He glared at me, disgust written all over his face. The coldness emanating from him was enough to freeze an ocean. He glared at me like I was some pest; like I was some piece of trash that was making his room ooze with odor. “You can start by serving the guests at the party tonight. We’re short of maids. You already look like one so you’ll fit in perfectly” My brows scrunched together in a frown. He wants me to serve as a maid on a formal occasion that was supposed to involve the both of us. “B-but the party tonight is for us.” I protested. “The company is celebrating the success of the latest tech model that I designed. How do you expect me to serve as a maid there when there are tons of maids around the house?” He scoffed, eying me cynically. “You think the company cares about you? No one knows you, Amelia. To them, I am the brain behind every single success in the company. So now you think you’re worth throwing a party for? You’re looking to get credits now?” “But I—” Rough, large hands closed around my throat, cutting my air supply off. “Now listen and listen good,” Ethan whispered roughly, “You’re nothing. You’re just a piece of trash that I took from the streets and got married to. I earned whatever stupid design you think you’ve created, and I have the right to do whatever the hell I decide with them. Is that clear?” I nodded fervently, trying to get his hands off my throat. I was starting to get woozy and I knew that if he kept on like that, I would be unconscious. “Now get down there and serve my guests if you don’t want to get a black eye before the party is over,” he said and released me, pushing me down to the floor before heading out of the room. I lay there in a crumbled heap, trying to get as much air as possible and trying to control the tears that were flowing from my eyes now. I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood, my neck still hurting from his grip. It was a full-on buzz when I went down to the party hall. You could easily see that it was a gathering of influential people, most of whom I already knew. My eyes scanned the room, stopping when it sighted Ethan. He was with a couple of friends talking about what I presumed was business. I noticed that their drink was already running out, so I decided to refill their glasses. Going to the bar, I picked up the brand which was Ethan’s best, and started to walk towards them. I’d already gotten almost close when a slim, petite lady emerged and fused her lips with Ethans’. At first, I was shocked and thought that it was one of the girls who always threw themselves at him. But then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back willingly. I gasped, holding on tightly to the bottle of wine in my hand. He hadn’t even tried to hide. He was kissing another woman, knowing fully well that there was a possibility that I would see him. My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched the man who I threw everything away for, shamelessly smooching and locking lips with another woman in public. Blinking back the tears, I turned to go back but a question that the blonde asked stopped me in my tracks. “So, when are you finally going to divorce that thing you call your wife? You’ve promised to divorce her all this while and get married to me but it seems like you’re intentionally delaying. Or, have you fallen in love with her?” “What? I would never fall in love with that kind of woman,” Ethan replied, his arms closing around her waist. “I’m just keeping her around now because she’s the brain behind the company. Once I’m done milking her of her designs and ideas, I’ll divorce her and send her back into the streets where she belongs.” “How sure are you that she’ll let you use her as a medium to build your company?” the blonde asked. Ethan smiled. “All I have to do is threaten her with a divorce and she comes back begging. She’s stupidly in love with me and doesn’t ever want me to leave her.” That was it. I couldn’t hear any more of that. I turned and ran, holding onto the tears that threatened to blind my eyes. Getting to our room, I locked the door and slid down, allowing those bottled emotions to run free. “This will be the last tear that I’ll shed for you, Ethan,” I whispered as I wiped the last streak of tears from my face. “This will be the very last.” I picked up my phone and called the number that I’d decided that I wasn’t ever going to call ever since I got married to Ethan. He picked up immediately on the first ring. “Hello ma’am,” he said, “Do you want me to do it now?” The picture of Ethan locking lips with the blonde, and how he had used me all these years flashed before my eyes again. “Yes,” I replied, “Draw it up and send it to me immediately. I’ve had enough.”