Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire

Elena's POV The glass slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a loud crash. Water splashed across the tiles as shards scattered under the dining table. I froze, my chest tightening. “You useless girl!” Sana’s voice cracked like a whip as she stormed in. “How many times do I tell you? Be careful in this house. It’s not your father’s compound!” “I...I’m sorry,” I stammered, already bending down to pick the pieces. But her hand got to me first. Slap! My cheek burned. The sting was sharp and immediate, and my head jerked sideways. “You can’t even carry a glass without messing up. What exactly do you do in this house?” she snapped. “Even the maids are more useful.” I blinked rapidly, trying to swallow the shame swelling in my throat. “I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it right now--" “You should be cleaning the streets. That’s where girls like you belong.” My fingers shook as I reached for the shards, one slicing my skin just enough to draw a thin line of blood. "Ouch!" I winced in pain. "This is why you'll never be loved by my son," this wasn't Sana's first time saying this. And every time it hurt me to my chest when I hear her, well because it's mostly true. There is nothing I wouldn't do for Kendall, my husband I've been married to for over three years now. Behind her, Lana giggled like she was watching something funny. “What did she do this time, Mom?” "What did she do now, mom?" Red hair girl, Lana, advanced forward. Lana was the annoying little sister of Kendall who hated and despised me, just like everyone else in the family too. “She missed a spot. Right there. I told her to clean, and she skipped it like she’s blind.” Sana sighed dramatically, then actually patted herself on the shoulder like she deserved an award for her pettiness. Slender, elegant, with jet-black real hair unlike her daughter’s colored extensions, Sana never missed a chance to remind me I didn’t belong here. “How do you even miss a spot?” Lana scoffed. “Ugh, you’re such a dummy. I still can’t believe my brother married you.” "Yea, even I'm surprised you're my wife." Kendall stepped in, tall and handsome he was. If only he wasn't always so cold like this. “You’re weak. Always letting them speak to you like that. I wonder when you’ll finally grow a spine.” I stared at him, stunned. Was that supposed to be support? “Wait, are you on our side or hers?” Lana wrinkled her nose. “Can we talk… in private?” I asked, trying to hold back the shake in my voice. Kendall barely looked at me. He just shrugged like I was beneath notice. “Goodnight, everyone. I’m off to this fancy hotel to have a gooood night.” His voice dripped with mockery, then he turned his back like I wasn’t even standing there. “I hope you bring home a new girl!” Sana called after him. “This one expired three years ago!” “I married her three years ago,” he said, and they all burst into laughter. "Kendall, I need to talk to you." I insisted, standing behind him. He walked past me, nearly pushing me away from my spot. "But Kendall--" "--what what! Damn it, whatever just talk already." He groaned out in frustration. "You have two minutes. Come outside now." Lately, something in me had been getting fed up and tired of the way Kendall and his family treated me. It was our anniversary and I had been doing chores all morning, only for me to relax, then Sana and Lana came to visit and now they won't leave, even though it's late like this already. And now, Kendall was heading somewhere without me. I took a deep breath. “Where are you even going?” I asked. “What does it matter? You got two minutes. Don’t waste it whining.” He looked me dead in the eye. “I’m not like you. I don’t have time to sit around being slow and useless, lurking off people who pity me.” My throat went dry at that comment. This was the boy I’d crushed on since college. The one I chose without hesitation when Grandpa gave me the marriage list. I thought I was the lucky one. Kendall's tall domineering stance covered me as he stepped forward with slow steps. When he halted, his eyes swallowed me up, this time it wasn't disgust, rather pity. "What is it? Did I say something wrong? You mean you're here married to me because you love me?" My heart sank as I heard him doubt me. "You'll never know it until I'm really gone. And I pity you for that." I was forced to say out of anger. Instead of him to walk out or yell at me, his head fell back and he roared out in laughter. His shoulders shook and when he reached for his stomach, patting himself carefully the way he did when he tried to manags his breath, I began to wonder what really was so funny. "You don't believe me? Of course you won't, not now. I care for you, Kendall. Ever since I was in college. I did everything to be by your side, and I've never been happier. Every time I see you, you make my heart skip a beat, but in a good way. I love you more than anything in the world, I guess I even love you more than my life, considering the sacrifices I had to make--" "--Stop making me laugh already. My stomach is starting to hurt, ha!" He calmed down a bit, rubbing his already teary eyes from too much laughter. "You know where you had me at with your act of foolishness and stupidity? When you said I'll miss you when you're gone. You? Where would you go to? You're nothing without me!" I froze right on spot there. True. I couldn't imagine my life without Kendall in it. "I just want you to respect me--" "--no tell me, where would you go? Back to your family? You don't even have a job. You're nothing without me." "Is that why you treat me like trash?" My face flushed red now of embarrassment having admitted how much I cared for him, but I just didn't care anymore. "That's pathetic of you. I don't treat you like trash, none of us do. You just allow yourself to be used because of this...fake love you claim you have for me." "Where would I go? I could leave. Damn it, you all would really miss me and regret having looked down on me like this." "Then leave. Be free from my life once and for all! Look at you, you're getting old from all that cooking and chores--" "--you know how your family treat me, you can stop them from looking at me like that, from treating me wrongly like that." I cried out. "You're an adult and can make decisions on your own. Stop being so dependent on me, woman. Your time has elapsed." "You think I can't leave you? That I don't have a life of my own that doesn't revolve around you?" "Yes! Exactly, you don't. Now get out of my sight, you've successfully wasted five minutes of my life." He turned to leave, ignoring how crumbled he had left me with his harsh words, then came back almost immediately. "By the way, I have a little red stain on the collar of my shirt, the one on the bed. Wash it for me and iron it too." "We have maids, Kendall," I said in a soft whisper. "I know. Take it as a little punishment, because I know you'll do it." A satisfying smile flashed in his eyes as he turned to leave. I hated how confident he was...the way he sounded...looked at me... Was I such a fool, a moron who would leech on a man for years even though he never loved me back once? A tear rolled down to my cheeks and when I wiped it off, I vowed this would be the last tears I cry for Kendall--no. For any man.