DUMPING MY BILLIONAIRE WIFE

CHAPTER 2

Earl still couldn’t believe what he had just seen. His legs felt heavy, as if the ground itself was trying to hold him back, but he forced himself to walk slowly toward them. Each step was measured, cautious, yet driven by a mix of anger, confusion, and heartbreak. The lights from the pool shimmered against the expensive suits and sparkling dresses of the partygoers, but Earl barely noticed. All he could see was her—Kennah Muller.

As he moved closer, someone suddenly bumped into him. A man had just arrived, tall and confident, and the crowd around him greeted him warmly, laughing and shaking hands. Earl barely registered the greetings. He stepped aside, muttering an apology under his breath, his eyes never leaving the scene ahead.

And then, finally, he saw it clearly. Kennah Muller was smiling, leaning close to another man. Her hand rested gently on his arm, and she had just handed him a watch—a watch that must have cost at least a million. Earl’s stomach dropped. He felt the air leave his lungs. His mind froze for a moment, unwilling to fully accept what he was seeing. She was there, alive, well, and lavishly spending money, while he had been working eight hours a day just to pay for her medical bills.

Earl’s voice trembled as he called her name, loud enough for her to hear over the chatter and music. Kennah’s head snapped toward him. Her eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively flying to her chest. She opened her mouth, as if to explain, but before she could say a word, Earl spoke, his voice raw and full of pain.

“So you’re not injured, are you? After all, you’ve got all this money to buy that man an expensive watch while I was working eight hours a day just to pay your medical bills!” he shouted, each word cutting through the night like a knife. His anger and hurt were impossible to hide.

“E-Earl…” Kennah stammered, stepping toward him. Her voice shook with a mix of fear and urgency.

“Listen… let’s not do this here, okay? Let’s talk somewhere private. It’s not what you think it is.”

But Earl could not hear her. His chest heaved with betrayal.

“Enough of this nonsense, Kennah! I already saw everything!” he yelled. In a surge of frustration, he grabbed the pizza he had delivered earlier and threw it onto the table with enough force to make Kennah step back, startled. The box landed with a loud crash, the toppings sliding slightly, and the party around them froze for a moment, shocked at his sudden outburst.

“Stop it!” a voice shouted from the crowd. “You’re scaring the boss! You’re scaring the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the city—the Muller Family!”

Earl couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His mind reeled. Everything was too much to handle at once—the betrayal, the wealth flaunted so casually, the disregard for his hard work and sacrifices. “No…” he whispered to himself, unable to fully process it. His hands shook, and he felt a cold emptiness spread through his chest. He could not accept it.

“And so, what are you doing with this guy, Kennah? Why are you still hanging out with him?” the man she had gifted the watch asked, his tone both amused and accusing. “I thought all of this—your so-called relationship with him—was just a game. A test to see if the valedictorian from college was really not materialistic.”

Earl let out a heavy, bitter sigh. “So all this time… I spent five years on this relationship… only to be played and toyed with…” His voice cracked, and for a moment he felt like collapsing. His dreams, his sacrifices, every late night working to pay her bills—all of it seemed meaningless now.

He turned to walk away, his heart heavy, his steps slow and deliberate, when Kennah spoke again, her voice loud enough to stop him in his tracks. “Aren’t you happy that I’m not injured? That finally you could live the life you’ve imagined? Being wealthy, buying everything you like, the food you crave, and giving our daughter a chance to live a luxurious life!”

Earl froze, his jaw tightening. Rage and heartbreak battled inside him. His voice came out harsh and determined. “I’m filing for divorce! But my daughter stays with me!”

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed her daughter’s number. A familiar, small voice answered on the other end.

“Where are you, Bella?” Earl asked, trying to keep his voice calm but firm.

“I’m near the pool, playing with my toys,” the little girl replied cheerfully, oblivious to the tension around her.

“Pool?” Earl’s heart sank as he looked around. He finally spotted her, small and innocent, sitting by the edge, playing with floating toys in the water. His eyes softened despite the anger and betrayal boiling inside him. He moved toward her quickly, reaching out with open hands, trying to convince her to come with him.

“No! You’re bad! I saw you hurting mom!” Bella cried, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her little fists pounded against the water as if to push him away.

“Come on, Bella. Let’s get out of here,” Earl said gently, his voice low but urgent, full of love and concern.

“No! You’re bad! You poor dad!” Bella shouted again, her voice filled with frustration and confusion. She pulled back slightly, standing firm in the shallow water, her small body trembling.

Earl knelt beside her, trying to meet her eyes. His hands reached for hers, steady and reassuring. “Bella… it’s okay. I’m not bad. I just… I want to take you somewhere safe. Let’s go home together, alright? Please.”

Bella shook her head, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Her tiny face was a mix of anger, hurt, and disbelief. “No! You hurt mom! You’re bad!” she cried, clutching her toys close to her chest as if they were a shield against the world.

Earl felt his own chest tighten. He wanted to explain, to justify, to beg her to understand, but he couldn’t force her feelings. All he could do was stay close, offer her comfort, and show her that he loved her despite what she had seen.

The noise from the poolside party continued around them, laughter and music filling the air, but it felt distant and hollow. Earl’s world had narrowed down to just the small figure of his daughter, to the betrayal and shock from Kennah, and to the overwhelming sense that everything he thought he knew about his life had shifted in an instant.

He held out his hand again, waiting patiently, hoping Bella would trust him enough to take it. Every heartbeat was heavy with worry and regret, every breath filled with longing for the family he had worked so hard to protect. He could feel the weight of years spent caring for Kennah, the nights of hard work, the sacrifices made—all colliding with the sudden reality of her apparent wealth and disregard for his efforts.

Bella looked at him, hesitation written clearly on her young face. Her little hands trembled as they hovered in the space between them, unsure whether to reach for him or pull away completely. Earl waited, keeping his voice soft, steady, and full of reassurance.

"Bella… it’s okay. I’m here now. Nothing will hurt you. I promise.”

The child’s small body shook, and for a moment, Earl feared she would refuse entirely. But slowly, tentatively, she reached out, letting her tiny fingers brush against his. It was a small victory, but for Earl, it was everything. He felt a mixture of relief and sorrow, knowing the road ahead would not be easy.

Earl lifted her gently, holding her close. Her sobs quieted as she clung to him, the tension in her body slowly easing. He looked toward Kennah, standing by the pool, her expression unreadable, and knew that nothing between them would ever be the same. The betrayal, the wealth flaunted, the secrets kept—they were all pieces of a puzzle that had finally revealed itself, and he could not ignore it.

Earl’s grip tightened slightly around Bella. The world around them—the party, the music, the expensive watches and gifts—faded into the background. All that mattered now was protecting his daughter, keeping her safe from confusion and hurt, and finding a way to survive the pain of the truth.

One last time he grabs her daughter and is about to pull her when Bella shouts again.

"Leave me alone!" She grinned.

"Leave me alone, you poor dad!" she said it again, then pushed him away.