Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

After Bell...I mean, Jessica and had our small session of coming up with a revenge plan, at least something to start with and observe how it'd all play out, she led me to a guest room.

There I found that my things had already been moved there. I wondered how she knew when she was not around when I came and decided to ask her.

"When I heard that Tavon was with a woman, I rushed here. I immediately ordered the housekeeper to tell me which of the rooms were you staying so she showed me the rooms where they had moved your things to. When I saw the woman's things and didn't find you there, I knew straight up that the pervert had taken you to that room," she said and finished in one breath.

I nodded slowly. That made sense.

After Jessica left, I took a bath that turned out to be painful because of my bruises, I didn't even dare to use a scrub. Then I applied some ointments that Bel- Jessica, May she be blessed, offered me on my back. It stung badly that silent silent tears rolled down my eyes but Jessica assured me that it would help and murmured something about how it helped her too. But I was too tired to coerce her to repeat herself.

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The next day, surprisingly, the bruise didn't hurt so much anymore unless it was irritated so I wore a loose dress shirt to accommodate it. My bath also wasn't so painful anymore.

I was having breakfast alone in the large dining room - Jessica and Tavon weren't here and to be frank, I didn't even want them here at all - when the door opened and Dylan sauntered in.

I hadn't been expecting him, of course, he didn't think it was sensible to notify me that he'd be coming.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I managed a smile and put on my acts.

"Dylan!" My voice echoed in the silent room. My eyes brightened up as our gaze met and I leapt to my feet and ran towards him, the way lovers who had been apart for far too long usually did, I threw myself in his arms and hugged him tightly to me.

I was glad that he didn't hug me back, if he had that would have hurt my back like a bitch. "Dylan," my words came out muffled because of my face that was pressed to his chest. "I missed you so much!" My words came out muffled again so I lifted my face from his chest to tenderly look up at him.

"I missed you, Dylan," I repeated, sounding very much like the lovesick idiot I was pretending to be. He abruptly pulled away from my I like this, Sydney," he gritted out. "You're now Tavon's woman and Tavon doesn't share."

sighed. "Alright then." I folded my arms on my chest and remained where I was, pretending to sulk. Dylan looked around the room then he took a step closer and carelessly held me by my forearm. There was an unmistakable urgency and curiosity in his voice "How was your night with Tavon?" He whispered, his eyes glinted and I knew he was expecting good news. "Did you satisfy him well enough?" My heart sank as I listened to him. No, I wasn't really hurt by his words. I was worried about his demeanor

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and concern for only if I had succeeded in pinning Tavon or not, it showed that he had no sort of affection whatsoever for me. He didn't even look jealous, he just wanted me to tell him that I slept with Tavon. I sighed, worrying if my plan would ever succeed.

He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips, "Does he still like you? Tell me you already have him wrapped around your fingers."

I gaped at him and reprimanded him softly, "Dylan, it's just been a night. Less than twelve hours."

He rolled his eyes, "Even still, how are things between you two as of now? Does he look at you like you're a load of money?"

I shrugged, pouting. "I badly want to tell you what you want to hear but I can't," my voice was tinged with sadness and I looked down at my fingers as I toyed with them. Dylan stared at me intently, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. Part of me worried he could see through my act, but I kept my expression sorrowful and downcast. "So?" He prompted, absentmindedly shaking me,

I shook my head, "No, Tavon doesn't look at me like I'm anything." I looked up at him and threw my hands up in frustration, "I haven't even seen him since yesterday."

Dylan frowned and his hold on my arm tightened, "What are you saying? What do you mean you haven't seen him since yesterday?" He repeated my words like they were the wrongest things to say.

"What I'm saying is Tavon didn't touch me at all last night," I gazed at him pleadingly as I explained what happened to him, "A woman named Jessica appeared out of nowhere and stopped us," my voice cracked, "She even whipped me."