After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire

Ava Della Sanchez

I couldn’t believe my ears, I felt like I was dreaming…”no… no…. this isn’t happening” I thought to myself turning towards Nickolaus, “Why should I sleep on the couch when the bed is enough for the two of us?” I ask my heartbeat, doing a thumbs up, that it shouldn’t be up to this level. I don’t know at which stage I might be forced to lose my sanity and give up on us.

“I don’t care your mere presence disgust me and I can’t stand you near me anymore,” He said with a disgusting face like I’m a piece of shit. For some moment I feel my feet glued to the ground, as the sound of his speech repeats in my head, my heart reverberating so hard. I wanted to cry but suddenly lost my voice, I wanted to walk away but hell no! There is no way I’ll keep on going into his demands. If I want this marriage to at least work out then.. I need to be up and doing.

I suddenly got back my courage and ignored him, finding my feet back, I walk to the other side of the bed and sat on it, I was about to lay down when he sprang up immediately like I got an infection or some kind of contagious disease, I was flabbergasted at his sudden change of attitude. I watch as he took a pillow and walk to our wardrobe taking another bed sheet

“Where are you going?” I ask him making him halt on his step and pause for a minute before he stares at me. I flinch back in bed, the beautiful eyes which I’ve grown to love so much are now filled with hatred for me… all because of what? He thinks I took his life away from him.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“I hate you with every bone in me, every flesh in me, and with every breath, I take in”

“Is that how much you hate me?” I ask

“No….. and that’s because my hatred for you is irrevocable” He spats out as he walks out. This is too much for me, where do I go from here? Can I really do this which I ever wanted? What if he doesn’t change?

“Time, time, time will tell……. and if he doesn’t pick up your broken pieces, fix your life and walk away” These were my mother’s words when I called her yesterday to air out my pain and predicament to her, of course, she knows how much I love Nickolaus.

Looking around the gigantic room, full of expensive furniture and decoration, but with only a lonely me… this was never how I wanted my life to be, I had plans for a happy family, a loving husband but I’m not giving up on us no…. not when I haven’t tried out my best. I’m so happy that finally we will be going back to New York, that’s our home. I believe if something good will happen then definitely it will be there.

Our flight will leave early so I need to get enough rest before the journey ahead. I pull off my flip flop as I climb the bed, I cover myself with the duvet before closing my eyes and letting sleep take over…

I woke up early looking at the time, it’s a minute past five in the morning. I wanted to pack before we leave or else we will be late for our flight. I packed both mine and Nickolaus clothes after which I started to put the house in another.

It is now 7 and Nickolaus has not come upstairs yet! We need to live for the airport soon, I was still thinking of going to call him when he walk upstairs looking like a mess, one look at him I already knows he has been drinking, I wanted to walk close to him and embrace him, tell him to please give us a chance… he stood still staring at me with so many emotions that I can’t read, I know he’s hurting and right now I don’t care, I started taking slow stride towards him, even if my head screams no!!! My heart isn’t listening, it has a mind of its own.

I closed the distance between us as I suddenly hugged him. He was still shocking the bones in me. I love the warmth of his body. His sweet scent mixed with a little bit of alcohol filled my nose, making me close my eyes in the sweetness of it. I was still enjoying the feel of his arm when I felt myself being thrown into the air, my back hit the wall and I fell with a broken ankle, looking at my wrist which is now red, I wince in pain I look up to see the scary Nickolaus looking at me

“The next time you try this trash, I will forget that I ever knew you existed,” He said to me before walking into the bathroom. I wanted so much to cry but at the same time, I need to be strong for the greater days, and that’s why I walk and get the first aid kits and treat my wounds after which I got ready. I’m kind of limping but I’m better off now.

He walked out after getting ready while I carried our languages downstairs. They might be heavy but I’m not complaining, I fell with them so. many times due to my injured ankle, but that’s okay, the driver who is going to drive us to the airport saw me and rushed towards me as he took the bags from me, with me thanking him immensely, I slide into the back seat where Nickolaus is…. I wasn’t surprised as he slid out and sat on the front with the driver.

We entered our private jet ready to go home, at least home is home… there I will have much strength to go on…. I waited for Nickolaus to come in… only for him to walk in hand in hand with Sherly

“What’s the meaning of this?”