MY REVENGE WITH THREE BILLIONAIRES [cheated on by my husband]

CHAPTER THREE

“If that's how you want it to be, then let's open this marriage.”

Kyle laughed and shook his head at Alisha.

“You want to open this marriage? Nobody wants you, Alisha. Give up. I'll even let you keep the house if you sign the divorce papers and let me be with Charlie in peace.” Alisha took the jib in stride, because a plan was already growing in her head.

Charlie flashed a smirk at Alisha, and she laughed but Alisha ignored the mistress. She had no dealing with her.

Cogs were turning in Alisha's head, her mind already on the path to crafting her perfect revenge plan. She contemplated divorcing Kyle on the spot but thought against it because it would cause too many complications.

“No Kyle. Too much is hinged on this marriage. I'm not divorcing you no matter how tempting it is to dump your ass right now. We're going to do this my way. We're opening the marriage. You can be with your mistress, and I'll keep the business running.”

Alisha was trying her best not to cry, but it was hard. Thinking about future Kyle on his knees begging for her forgiveness soothed her. Five years of thankless work were being discarded just like that. Five years of loving Kyle and bankrolling his life with her family's business while she allowed him to act like he was in charge in public. All because she loved him.

Alisha shook her head bitterly. Her father was right. She should never have married someone below her station. But she was going to make everything right. That was for sure. And it started with keeping her family's wealth intact.

“If that's what you want, then sure. Let's open it up.”

“Good. Here are my terms. You are moving out of my house. You can go stay in the penthouse with your Mistress. I'm going to pull you from the joint accounts. I'll tell the accountant to wire ten million to your checking account, with additional monthly payments of two hundred thousand. And I don't ever want to see you here again.”

“Are you crazy...”

“Shut up Kyle. I'm not done talking. Second term, if I have a public event to go to, you come with me. Until I have no use for you anymore. I'm not going to let you give me bad press with your silly little side project.”

Charlie scoffed in disbelief. “Did you just call me a side project? Kyle, look how she's talking to me!”

Alisha turned to her with dead eyes. “Yes. I did. Now shut your mouth, Mistress. I'm not talking to you.” She turned back to Kyle. “That would be all for now. We're going to go out to the people waiting for us, act like a perfectly married couple, and have a good party. I'll be waiting for you.”

And without another word, Alisha matched out of the room with all the dignity she could muster. She held her head high and proud, for her husband would not see her falter. He would not see her broken. Her ankle throbbed as she marched out of the room, but the pain in her heart was too much for her to register anything else.

The hall was silent around Alisha as she walked down the stairs. It suddenly felt too empty. Too bare. The memories of joy she had shared with Kyle were twisting into something sad. How long has he been cheating on her for?

Had he ever loved her, or had he just been with her for her money? Alisha wanted to say it didn’t matter, but she couldn’t lie to herself.

Alisha thought back to all the moments they had spent together in the past five years. All the laughs they shared as they watched movies, and all the kisses.

Before they had married, Alisha loved exploring clothing. She didn't have a particular style, and just wore what felt good to her. Most of the items in her wardrobe consisted of clothing items that would be considered raunchy, but Alisha loved them.

They had been in school, and Manon had been studying fashion design: Alisha was her guinea pig. Her hair was never a color for more than three weeks. She loved exploring fashion and hair colors. She had been like that when she met Kyle, and ironically, he had loved it. Till he married her. And then suddenly, the Alisha he had dated wasn't enough of a good wife.

Slowly, he groomed her away from her choice of clothes and got her to start dressing more conservatively. And she has allowed him. After all, he was her husband, and he only wanted the best for her. How foolish she had been. How blind.

Kyle had turned her into someone she was not. In the process of being married to him, she had lost her spark. And she hadn't even noticed it because she was too busy being a wife. Too busy being the heir of Black Corp. Too busy that she was no longer herself.

How could I have missed this? Alisha thought.

She had lost herself, and it had taken a betrayal for her to see what had happened to her.

She wiped a hand over her face to remove the tears, and it occurred to her that she had ruined her make-up. She decided to take a detour to her room to fix it. Her room. Because they had never shared a room together. Alisha hadn't minded it, happy to have a space for herself.

But Kyle's excuse didn't make any sense, even if she had forced herself to accept it.

“I don't sleep well with someone else, love. We'd have to have separate rooms.”

And she hadn't even argued. But now, things made sense. He had wanted separate rooms so he could cheat without worrying about getting caught. Had he invited his mistress into her home? Had he betrayed her in the same house without her knowledge?

All the late nights working when he didn't have a demanding job title. All the business trips that were sponsored by company money. Kyle had been using company resources to commit adultery, and she had been willfully blind to it. She never questioned it. Simply content to believe he loved her and would never betray her.

Alisha sat in front of her vanity, and she was taken aback by how red her eyes were. Black streaks of mascara ran down her face, and she looked how she felt: sad, mad, crazy.

She raised her hand and slapped her face.

“You will not shed any more tears over him. You will not allow his betrayal to ruin you. You are Alisha Black, heir to the Black Corp, and you will not be conquered by a stupid man who can't keep it in his pants.”

Alisha felt better as she spoke, and she wiped her face with a methodic calm. She reapplied her make-up, but instead of looking soft, she went for a fierce look. Red lipstick, a black and red smoky eye, and a black, red diamond necklace that made her look regal.

She changed her gown into a maroon number that hugged her body and showed all her curves. She had bought it for an event a couple of weeks ago, but when she had worn it and showed Kyle, he had beaten her down.

“You've grown fat babe. That dress doesn't suit you at all.” He had said, and like a fool, she had believed him and started to nurse insecurities about herself. But as Alisha looked at herself, she felt beautiful, fierce, and ready to take on the world.