DUMPING MY BILLIONAIRE WIFE

CHAPTER 9

Rain kept falling from the gray sky.

Earl was already soaked from head to toe. His clothes were wet and heavy, sticking to his body. Cold wind blew across the empty street, making the rain feel even colder on his skin. But he barely noticed the discomfort anymore.

All he could think about was his father.

His father was lying in his arms, unconscious, his head resting weakly against Earl’s shoulder. The rain kept washing the blood away, but Earl could still see the red stain spreading slowly through his father’s hair.

“Father… please… wake up,” Earl whispered, his voice shaking.

There was no answer.

The street around them felt empty and distant. Only the sound of rain hitting the ground filled the air. A few cars passed by, but none of them stopped. People inside those cars probably didn’t even notice the desperate man kneeling in the rain with an unconscious old man in his arms.

Earl’s body was trembling, partly from the cold and partly from fear.

He needed help.

Fast.

Behind him, across the street, he could still see Kennah sitting inside her car.

Her luxury vehicle looked completely out of place in this quiet street. The polished surface of the car reflected the falling rain. Inside, she sat comfortably, protected from the cold and the storm.

Watching.

Earl could see her through the glass window.

That annoying, narcissistic billionaire who loved money more than anything.

She just sat there, staring at him while he was desperate for help.

Waiting.

Waiting for him to break.

Waiting for him to crawl back and beg.

His chest burned with anger.

But there was no time for pride anymore.

Slowly, Earl took the card from his pocket.

The calling card.

Meave Castillon’s number.

For a moment, he stared at it while rain drops fell onto the small piece of paper. The ink was slightly wet now, but the number was still clear.

This card felt heavy in his hand.

Like it carried the weight of a decision he never thought he would make.

Earl took a deep breath.

Then he dialed the number.

The phone rang.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then someone answered.

“I thought you wouldn’t call.”

It was her.

Meave Castillon.

Her voice sounded calm, steady, and clear even through the phone.

Earl swallowed.

“Hello, Ms. Castillon,” he said quickly.

His voice sounded desperate.

“Please save my father.”

There was a short silence on the other side of the line.

But Meave didn’t ask questions.

“Alright,” she said simply. “Within five minutes, I’ll send someone right away.”

The call ended.

Earl slowly lowered the phone.

His heart was still racing, but at least now there was a small hope inside him.

Across the street, Kennah’s phone suddenly rang.

She answered it casually.

“Damon, what’s up?” she said.

Her voice sounded relaxed, almost bored.

“Why isn’t Earl asking for my help?”

On the other side of the call, Damon’s voice responded.

“I think he’s hiding something from you, Kennah.”

Kennah frowned slightly.

She turned her head again, looking toward Earl and his father in the rain.

But before she could say anything else, something caught her attention.

A loud siren.

An ambulance suddenly appeared at the end of the street.

Not just any ambulance.

It was large, new, and clearly expensive. The bright lights flashed through the rain as it quickly stopped near Earl.

Kennah’s eyes widened slightly.

The doors opened.

A professional medical team rushed out immediately. They were wearing clean uniforms, carrying advanced medical equipment. Their movements were fast and organized, like they had done this many times before.

They quickly approached Earl and his father.

“Sir, step aside please,” one of them said calmly.

Earl carefully helped them move his father onto the stretcher.

They checked his pulse, his breathing, and the wound on his head.

Within seconds, they began proper treatment.

Earl stood there, still soaked in the rain, watching everything.

Then another car slowly stopped behind the ambulance.

The door opened.

Meave Castillon stepped out.

She was holding a black umbrella above her head.

Even in the rain and the dark afternoon light, she looked elegant and composed. Her long hair moved slightly with the wind. Her posture was straight, confident, and graceful.

She walked toward Earl without hesitation.

Her heels touched the wet ground, but she didn’t seem to mind the rain at all.

She looked beautiful.

Very much.

Almost unreal.

When she reached him, she spoke calmly.

“I’ve hired the most advanced medical team,” she said. “Your father will be okay.”

Earl looked at her.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Then he nodded slowly.

“Thank you,” he replied.

His voice was quiet but sincere.

Meave looked at him for a second, then turned slightly toward the car.

“Get in the car,” she said coldly.

She moved the umbrella slightly, trying to cover him from the rain.

But Earl gently shook his head.

“It’s okay,” he said.

Then he reached out and took the umbrella from her hand.

Their fingers touched.

Just for a moment.

Meave froze.

Her hand remained in the air, not moving.

The sudden contact between their skin made her body stiffen instantly.

She didn’t pull back.

She didn’t say anything.

She just stood there, frozen.

Speechless.

Rain was still falling on the quiet street.

Kennah sat inside her car, staring at the scene in front of her with sharp eyes. The rain slid down the glass window slowly, making the outside view a little blurry, but she could still see clearly enough.

She saw the medical team carrying Earl’s father into the ambulance.

She saw Earl standing there, soaked in rain.

And she saw the woman who came for him.

That woman was holding an umbrella while standing beside Earl. Even from a distance, Kennah could see that the woman looked calm and elegant. The way she stood, the way she moved, the way people around her treated her — everything showed that she was not an ordinary person.

Then Earl and the woman walked toward a luxury car.

A very expensive one.

The door opened, and both of them got inside.

The car started moving slowly under the rain.

Kennah’s eyes narrowed.

Her lips slowly curved into a frustrated grin.

“You were right, Damon,” she said while holding her phone near her ear. “He’s hiding something.”

On the other side of the call, Damon sounded curious.

“What is she doing now?”

Kennah leaned slightly forward in her seat, trying to see the car more clearly as it drove away.

“There’s this woman driving a Rolls-Royce who came to pick him up,” she said slowly.

Her voice sounded calm, but her eyes were burning with irritation.

Damon let out a small laugh.

“Well, Earl was one of the hottest and most intelligent guys back then when we were in college,” he said casually. “So maybe that woman is one of his admirers from back then.”

Kennah stayed silent for a moment.

The rain continued tapping softly on the car roof.

She watched the luxury vehicle disappear further down the road.

Then she spoke again.

“Besides,” Damon continued on the phone, “you two are divorced now, so why would you care if he’s into another woman?”

Those words made something inside Kennah snap.

Her expression instantly changed.

The relaxed look on her face disappeared completely.

Her eyes became sharp and cold.

“He’s only mine, Damon!” she suddenly said, her voice full of anger.

Her hand tightened around the phone.

“I made a mistake, yes,” she continued, her voice lower now but still filled with possessiveness. “But Earl must only be mine!”

Her breathing became heavier.

Through the car window, she stared at the direction where the Rolls-Royce had gone.

Something dark flashed in her eyes.

“I want to know who in this city dares to steal a man from me, Kennah Muller!” she said with a cold glare.

Her pride as a billionaire heiress was clearly wounded.

“A mere Rolls-Royce?” she scoffed. “My family’s garage is full of them!”

To someone like her, luxury cars meant nothing. She had grown up surrounded by wealth and power. People usually chased after her, admired her, tried to please her.

No one dared to take something that belonged to her.

Especially not a man like Earl.

Even if she had hurt him.

Even if she had humiliated him.

Even if she had pushed him away earlier.

In Kennah’s mind, Earl was still hers.

No one else had the right to take him.

Her eyes turned cold again.

Then she lowered the phone and looked toward the driver sitting in front.

“Follow them,” she ordered.

The driver hesitated.

“But ma’am…”

Kennah’s voice immediately became sharper.

“Hurry up!”

The driver quickly straightened.

“Ye–yes, ma’am!”

He immediately started the engine.

The luxury car slowly moved forward, its tires cutting through the wet road as it followed the direction of the Rolls-Royce.

Inside the car, Kennah leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms.

Her mind was racing.

Who was that woman?

Why would someone like that come personally to pick Earl up?

And why did Earl call someone else for help instead of asking her?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became.

Her pride could not accept it.

Outside, the rain continued falling over the city, washing the streets and the buildings with a gray curtain of water.

Two luxury cars now moved through the wet road.

One following the other.