DEAR BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND, IT'S PAYBACK TIME.

Disclaimer. Dear readers this book tells the story of an annoying as well infuriating female lead who is still very much insecure and temperamental. So consider yourself warned. If you do feel the need to kill her or the male lead it isn't my fault. Enjoy the journey! CHAPTER ONE EMMA People often complain about the cost of IVF or is it the emotional stress? It’s unimaginable. However, I went through fourteen failed IVF cycles. I really wanted a baby—for him, for us… I thought our marriage was going to be perfect until I heard her scream his name from the trailer house I bought for him with my own hard-earned money! Oh, sorry…….no! Not really my hard-earned money, but the funds my mama left for me before she died. Well, that was still my money, right? She willed it all to me. So it’s all mine. My eyes darted away from the face of the woman in a blue bra to the face of my husband, Carlos Forbes! He held her hands tightly against the wall, pinning her there while he pounded deep inside her. His face lit up with a different kind of joy as he urged her to call his name—a kind I’d never seen before. He graciously licked her neck as if she were a gift from heaven, and then I realized there was a whole side of Carlos I had never seen. He loved her more than he had ever loved me in ten years of marriage. The thought cut through me like a knife. I really wanted to look away; I wanted to turn on my heels and walk away, but I couldn’t. He whirled her around, their lips bound together, squeezing each other tight and whispering. Looking down at the trailer house I bought for him, thoughts of my mother began to slip in. The seven million dollars in trust funds she’d left me have all been spent. I don’t know how I still manage to force a smile even in this situation. But isn't it funny? I mean, just a week after I paid for this trailer truck so he could have a workplace in the heart of Denmark, he stopped picking up my calls. A few weeks after he got the trailer house and his new car,the only time I talked to him was when I called him. One week, I waited a whole day to see if he'd call me, but he didn’t. Well, I waited two days, and he still didn’t call me. So I turned on my engine and tracked down his location from the receipts of the trailer house, which were still lying in my purse. Today was our anniversary. Silly me had gotten him flowers. Rose flowers to be precise… . Those moans from the side were beginning to get on my nerves. A dutiful wife should go away, right? She should wait for her husband to come back and ask for a clear explanation, right? Well, I knew that whole thought of walking away was bullshit. But I swear I tried to go with it. As nice as I could be, there was also another side of me that Carlos Forbes hadn't met yet. He had been lying to me, making me fund his sham of a dream while cheating on me and betraying me right behind my back! Maybe it was time for me to show him the b***h in me. I had given up so much of myself to be with him, but I swear he never met the real me—the eighteen-year-old who was so in love with him? That twenty-something version who just kept trying, trying, and trying…? ? But now he was about to meet the thirties in me. And it's crystal clear that this woman has zero f***s to give. Call it a woman’s intuition, but there is something about my anger. It’s blind; it’s just not rational. It rages, and it never stops. It’s immediate. I lifted my foot from the brakes and crashed into the damn trailer house! As I crashed into the trailer truck, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal filled the air. The woman's screams pierced my eardrums, and Carlos's face contorted in shock. I leapt out of my car, breathing heavily, my heart racing with adrenaline. "Emma, what the hell are you doing?" Carlos shouted, stumbling out of the trailer house fully naked. I didn't answer. I just kept walking toward him, my eyes blazing with fury. The woman cowered behind him, her blue bra now torn and her hair disheveled. "Emma, stop!" Carlos raised his hands, but I swatted them away. "Don't touch me," I spat. "You're disgusting." The woman began to sob, and Carlos quickly rushed to her. “Oh my god!” His face was filled with worry. “Colette, are you okay?” Wow! He really tried to shield her while I was also bleeding? "Get your hands off her," I snarled, my voice low and menacing as tears began to fall. "She's not yours to protect. I'm your wife for crying out loud!" With a fierce cry, I just wish I could launch myself at Carlos, my fists flying and I'd pin him to the ground, my hands around his throat. "You lied to me," I cried. "You cheated on me. You betrayed me. You took everything from me!” Carlos's eyes bulged, and he struggled to speak. But I just yelled harder, my anger and hurt boiling over. "Emma, please," he gasped. "I can explain—" But I cut him off, my voice rising to a scream. "Explain? You think you can explain away ten years of lies and betrayal? Ten years of standing by you with a trash of a dream?” My sobs grew louder, and Carlos's face turned red. I could feel his pulse racing beneath his fingers. I guess he was fighting hard to punch me in the face…… Suddenly, I let go, standing up and towering over him. "I want a divorce," I spat. "I'll have my lawyer deliver it to you tonight." And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving Carlos and his mistress in the wreckage of our marriage. But as I sat in the car, I heard him tell her, “It’s okay; we can be together now, can't we?” I shut my eyes, bracing for the pain I knew was coming. Regret hit me hard and fast. If I had just listened to my sisters, who seemed to have seen the future with me and Carlos, I wouldn't be sitting here watching my husband of ten years dust off another woman's dress. He didn’t even care about the divorce. “Of course, Carlos, we will make a real family with children.” My chest tightened. The pain rippled through my whole body. I swallowed the cry of pain; tears kept rolling down like a river as I drove away from the place.