Second chance with Mr Billionaire

Chapter4

Robin pov

Six years later

“ All right, we are done here, but I suggest you wait a few minutes so we allow these little guys to swim into the egg before standing up”

I stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. When did things get so bad? I finally had it all.I got married to the love of my life, gave up the shares to his father as requested after Lionel proposed and got married at twenty but now, everything was falling apart, Lionel had become more distant than ever, it was like he hated me, scratch that he hated me and his mother hasn't been making things better, she has been demanding I get pregnant for her son, last week during the company's annual event, Lionel treated me like an actual human being for the first time in months I thought we were finally making progress but to my disappointment, he was just acting in front of the cameras, he went as far as speaking to me but as soon as we got back home, he was back to his cold distant ways, he never comes home for dinner, always stay out late preferably till when I was asleep and goes to work early, it was like the sight of me disgusted him.

“Alright Miss Rosette, you can stand up now”, the doctor's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I tried to get up from the bed but felt a little drowsy. Some seconds later I felt someone by my side helping me as I took a step down.

“ You have to be really careful, Miss Rosette, you must be a little lightheaded from staring at the ceiling too much, so take it one step at a time”. The doctor said with a smile as she helped me down.

“Alright, thanks doc”.

Silence filled the room as the doctor went to her seat to scribble down something on a piece of paper while I contemplated asking the dreaded question out of fear yet a part of me wanted to know.

“ Is everything okay down there doc?” I asked, waiting for a response as I held my breath in anticipation.

“Oh, everything is fine, you look healthy and if things go as planned within a couple of weeks, there should be results”.

I stared at the doctor in confusion as she went back to writing on the piece of paper. A few moments later she handed the papers to me. It was a prescription for drugs. “ Hand them over to the pharmacist on the next floor, he would know what to do with it.”

“So I am free to leave?”

“Of course, Mrs Rosette, do have a nice day”.

“Thanks doc, you too”.

As I left the doctor's office, it occurred to me that the doctor called me Rosette instead of Robin. I decided to wave it off as nothing, it must be from having too many patients. She probably had my name mixed up with someone else's.

I got my drugs from the pharmacist and left the hospital to get a cab. Each time I wait for a cab, I am always reminded of the fact that my husband had several cars but has refused to give me one.

As much as I wanted to learn how to drive, Lionel never supported the idea, he didn't want me touching any of the cars because I wasn't smart enough to handle learning how to drive and according to him, they were his cars since he had a job and I didn't. When I told him I wanted to get a job so I could earn money, he was immediately against it, he said it was going to ruin his reputation, people would think I wasn't well taken care of and would blame him yet whenever I asked for the most minimal things, he snaps at me and complains about how much of a burden I was to him, being married to Lionel was hell, a hell I put myself in and was paying dearly for it.

If anyone was worse than Lionel, it was his mother. That woman hated my guts and was never afraid to show it. On the bright side, she never pretended in public about it. At least I had Olivia. She was still beautiful, If anything, she grew even more beautiful over the years and as great as she was but sometimes, I find it hard to share my troubles with her because she believes I hit the jackpot by marrying Lionel. Whenever I try to raise my concern or ask for her opinion on her issues, she talks about how grateful and proud I was married to someone as established as Lionel so over the years, I have learned to keep my mouth shut.

“Here we are Ma’am”, the cab driver's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I have had a lot to think about lately and my life seemed pathetic to me, but I made the decision to marry him, so I had no one to complain to.

I took the elevator, got to the top floor and went into the apartment to find Lionel asleep on the couch. I leaned down to get a closer look at him, he still had those amazing features that made me fall for him in the first place, his hair that once fell dangerously close to his eyes was now styled up and his brown lashes still looked beautiful, he was still the handsome Lionel I knew and fell for but I guess his feelings have changed. Out of the blue, he opened his eyes and the suddenness caused me to fall, my butt landing on the ground. He had his usual angry look, he stood up from the couch and went inside without saying a word, while I got up from the floor. Luckily for me,it was nothing much.

I took out the ingredients I needed and began making dinner.An hour later Lionel came out looking different, he had taken a shower and was wearing a shirt and trousers, there was no tie or jacket and his hair looked sleeked back .

“ I thought you might be hungry, so I made dinner” My voice came out low than I intended. Sometimes he scared me.

“No one asked you to, I never said I was hungry” he replied in his usual harsh tone, the one that broke my heart each time he spoke to me because I knew I was never going to see sweet Lionel, who smiled whenever he spoke, the one that made me angry for not speaking back with the same level of anger I felt, but today I decided to f**k it, I was tired of his attitude, and we needed to have a conversation about it

“Why are you always so mean to me? All I did was prepare dinner, it was a simple nice gesture, the least you could have done was reject it politely”.

“Are we really going to do this now?” Lionel asked, as he glanced at his watch.

“Yes we are, it has been long overdue”.

“Fine, you want to know why I am being so mean to you. It is because you always want to play the victim, poor little Robin, who has no parents and doesn't like the way her husband talks to her”, he raised his hand and makes a quote,Then continues “but you were responsible for this, you chose to give out your parent's shares just to get married to me, did you ever stop to consider how I felt about it, if I was ready to get married?”.

“I…..i did that for you. I did that for us. Your parents' business was having a major financial issue and they needed the shares. You were going to take over the company so I gave them the shares so they could sort it out for you. I was told you were planning on proposing and two weeks later you proposed. What was I supposed to think?” I yelled back in anger.

“That my parents forced me into getting married to you because they wanted your shares, how dumb can you have been? I was twenty-two. Why would I want to tie myself down to the likes of you? I never loved you, it was all a game to my parents and you fell for it like the fool you are, so yes, I despise you and this marriage is enough torture”. He all but roared, his eyes were dark and filled with rage.

Tears were falling down my eyes, was it really all a lie, he never even loved me, just for a second, it was all a facade. “ why not divorce me then if you hate me so badly?”

“Take a look at the stock market, it is higher than ever, people want to work with a family man, they feel more comfortable and relatable. So don't you dare bring up anything regarding divorce. I have a reputation to keep and if you ever try to divorce me, I would have you killed. A man with a dead wife is more sympathetic than a man going through a divorce, so I guess we are stuck together in this b*****e of a marriage. Now, if you would excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

Lionel left without looking back as I fell on my knees in tears. Life can be a b***h sometimes.