My Billionaire Ex-Husband is On His Knees

The Bitter Truth

LAUREL’S POV

“I want a divorce,” Frank said with no trace of emotion. “If you check the last page, you’ll see that I have already signed my part. The blank space is left for you. Sign it quickly, let’s get this over with.” He extended his hand to give me a pen, oblivious to the weight of his words and the document he just handed me.

Still in shock, I shook my head as if to get rid of a bad thought, not taking the pen. “No…Frank, you can’t do this to me. It hasn’t gotten to this. We’re talking about our life here…our future together. Whatever the problem is, please tell me. We can always talk it through like a civilized couple and resolve it quickly.”

“There is nothing to talk about Laurel,” he said impatiently, urging me to take the pen and sign the papers immediately. “There is no future for us together so don’t make this any harder for both of us. I’m no longer interested in this marriage, just take the pen and sign the papers.”

“No…” I shook my head firmly, adamant about my decision. “I’m not signing this paper till you give one good reason you’re asking for a divorce. What wrong have I done to deserve this?! I have been nothing but an understanding girlfriend and a good wife to you since we got married!” I burst with emotion, looking at him expectantly, hoping he’ll come back to his senses.

I have searched within me but couldn’t pinpoint the reason he could be asking for something as shocking as a divorce. As long as I know, I have been nothing but a good and submissive wife to him. I sacrificed a lot for this marriage, including all my wealth and assets and we have never had any problem. Our marriage was one envied by all. I couldn’t understand why he was acting like this. Coming to his office, divorce papers were the last thing I expected to get from him, especially on a special day like this. All these years we’ve spent together, didn’t they mean anything to him?

“You want me to be completely honest with you?” He snorted, looking at me scornfully.

“Yes…” I mumbled the tears I was struggling to hold back stinging my eyes and streaming down my cheeks.

He stood up from his seat and adjusted his tie and suit, walking towards the window. This only added to my anxiety and suspense. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and tell me whatever it was he wanted to say.

“There comes a time in every relationship when either of the parties just gets… fed up. In this case, I’m fed up. I don’t love you, Laurel. I never loved you. The only reason I agreed to date you back in college and marry you was so I could receive the financial support I needed to get through college and build my business empire. Now that I have achieved all that, you’re pretty much useless to me. So kindly sign the divorce papers, let’s free each other from this b*****e called marriage.”

His words cut deeper than a knife. My heart crashed in my chest and tears like never before flooded my eyes.

“No….” I kept myself from accepting everything he said to be true. “This can’t be true…you’re lying Frank…what on earth has gotten into you…?”

Instinctively, I rose from my seat and wobbled to him. I took him by the arm, urging him to face me. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me…tell me all these years we spent together, all the memories we shared mean nothing to you,” I said as if to challenge him, breathing heavily as I was an emotional mess.

He resisted my touch, aggressively flinging his arm away as his elbow accidentally connected with my right eye. Pain shot through it as I cradled it. But the emotional pain I felt from this sudden divorce was far greater, engulfing everything else.

With a firm cold resolve, he turned to me and said, “I don’t love you, Laurel. All those years we spent together, all those memories we shared, they mean absolutely nothing to me. I was just putting on an act. I was only with you because of your family’s wealth and influence. Has that registered in your thick skull?” He asked cruelly. “If it has, then go ahead and sign the f*****g papers already,” he ground the words angrily from his teeth. He didn’t even notice he had accidentally hit me in the eye.

I felt like crumpling and sinking into the floor. I thought one of the possible reasons he could be asking for a divorce was because of my inability to conceive since we got married. But I was wrong. How dare he do this to me after everything I had done for him? After promising to take care of me? After we promised to be by each other side till death did we part?

Consumed by anger and heartbreak, I angrily made my way back to the table. I grabbed the divorce papers, vigorously crumpled it in my palms and throwing it off the window.

“Tearing those papers won’t change anything,” he said, seeming unbothered. “I already made several copies and will continue throwing it to your face till you sign it and set me free from you.”

“You’re making a mistake, Frank,” I said, tears still pouring down my face. “I beg you to please reconsider. You can’t do this to me after everything I have done for you. I literally sacrificed my entire life for you to get to the position you are now…”

“I never begged to,” he said nonchalantly. “So that’s none of my business. You were the one that fell foolishly in love, not me.”

I scoffed in bewilderment, the remaining pieces of my heart shattering like glass pieces into my stomach. The weight of his betrayal sank deep into my flesh as I realized I had fallen in love with the wrong man all this while and I never knew. I felt so stupid!

“I already had the servants pack my stuff. I’m living in this house right away. Don’t ever call me, you can only contact me through my lawyers. There is another copy of the divorce paper in the drawer. If after forty-eight hours you haven’t signed it, I will be forced to take serious legal action against you. Goodnight and have a nice life, ex-wife,” he snickered before leaving the office.

I wanted to chase after him but gave up, seeing no need for it. I sank into the office chair. My vision blurred from too much crying and my right eye still hurt from the hit he accidentally gave me. I stayed there, curled like

a wounded animal for a long time, sobbing my heart out until I unknowingly slept off.