LOGINShare
A really bad day
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Sheila's POV
“Alan…” I whispered unbelievably. He froze and turned to meet my gaze. “Sheila! What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?” He said and got up to quickly dress up. Phoebe scowled at me and used the bed sheet to cover her nudity, refusing to move an inch or show any atom of remorse. She even had the guts to try to drag Alan back to the bed but Alan refused and wore his shorts, looking at me with a surprised expression. “Why?” That was the only word I could say to Alan as I stared at the only man I had ever loved in my life. The pain of his betrayal was too much for me to bear as I collapsed to the floor looking at him with tears in my eyes. I had gone through a lot of phases in my life but this one right here was very hard for me to accept. “I..I…We…” “You don't need to explain anything to her, babe,” Phoebe suddenly interrupted Alan and glared at me. “What were you actually thinking, Sheila? That you would eventually marry Alan and play the Cinderella story with a happily ever after?” “You!” I stood up immediately from the floor and pointed at Phoebe. “Haven't you done enough? Haven't you ruined my life already? You and your wicked mother were the reason I left home! You both treated me like trash and made my life so unbearable that I had to leave! Why would you ruin my life again? You have tons of men dying to be with you; Why must it be Alan? Why?!!!!” Phoebe stood up and walked close to me, chuckling. “It's not my fault you were born unlucky, is it? You and your shameless whore of a mother.” Anger immediately replaced the hurt of betrayal I was feeling as I slapped Phoebe hard on the face. “How dare you call my mother a whore? How dare you!” She screamed angrily and lunged at me. I threw in all I got in me and started beating the living daylight out of her. I had been dreaming for the day I would finally have the opportunity to beat the crap out of Phoebe for the years of pain and sorrow her mother had put me through while I was living with them. I remembered the countless times I was forced to go to bed without dinner and the numerous house chores I had to do just to be able to eat. The countless punishments I received whenever Phoebe lied against me and the beatings I endured from my step mother because I looked like my mother. Countless times I had tried to run away from home but couldn't because of my mother's health condition, but when I finally turned 18 and got a job, I got my chance and packed my bags to live with Alan. This was the opportunity I had to pour out the anger and bitterness I felt in my heart toward Phoebe and her mother for all the time they made me feel frustrated and dejected. Phoebe had broken the last straw by sleeping with my man! “Stop it! Stop fighting!” Alan yelled and stepped in between the two of us. He pushed me hard, causing me to hit my waist on the bedside drawer while he held Phoebe tenderly asking her if she was okay. The pain I felt when I saw them together was far greater than the pain I felt in my waist. I clenched my fist and managed to stand up and wiped away the blood on my lips. “Listen Sheila, I can no longer tolerate your animalistic behavior anymore. Just get out of my house right this minute!” Alan yelled furiously at me. “Is that it? So you're just going to throw away our relationship of five years! What did I ever do to deserve this? What?” I screamed at Alan as fresh, hot tears flowed from my eyes while I angrily tried to wipe them off. “I love Phoebe, Sheila, deal with it. With her father's influence, she was able to get me a job and even bought a car for me. But what have you done for me all these years other than acting like an old, dutiful housewife?” Alan said with disgust. “Then why did you choose to be with me? Why did you choose to deceive me? Because I was helping you get a raise and promotion, right? I thought you loved me and we were going to get married! Why the hell did you propose to me?” I shouted at him as I threw the lamp on the stand at him. He dodged it and stared angrily at me. “Leave Sheila! I want nothing to do with you anymore! You're nothing but just a pain in the ass, I can't deal with your madness!” “Apparently, love doesn't put food on your table, buy you a car and certainly doesn't pay the bills,” Phoebe added mockingly and moved to kiss Alan, smirking proudly at me. I wiped my tears and coldly looked at both of them. They were not worth my tears at all; they didn't deserve a tiny drop! I went to the living room, uncorked the wine I got for his birthday and took one large gulp straight from the bottle. My head felt like it was exploding with all the emotions pent up in me. Picking up the watch, I kept it in my pocket, and unwrapped the cake I had bought for his birthday and strode back to the bedroom. Angrily, I threw the cake right at his disgusting, cheating face and yelled, “Happy birthday to you! I wish you many years of pain and regrets! May you experience the pain you caused me in a million folds, asshole!” “Hey, come and pack your disgusting luggages! I don't want to see them in MY boyfriend's house anymore!” Phoebe yelled at me, but I didn't answer. When I got to the door, I gave them one last cold look. “I hope you both rot in hell,” and slammed the door on them. I felt like crying all over again, but I took my deep breath and tried to be strong. I felt like my life was over as I wandered in the street. Why was life being so unfair to me? I had no close friend I could stay with, eat a bowl of ice cream, and watch a movie series just to clear my head. I had no best friend who would hug me and listen to me as I vent out my emotions; I was just alone. I've spent years taking care of my mother, working hard at the cafe to earn a living and taking care of that scumbag like an 'old, dutiful housewife’ and barely had time to even make one good friend I could rely on. I headed to the hospital where my sick mother was admitted and stayed with her. She was so happy when she heard I was going to spend the night with her; I couldn't bring myself to tell what had happened because I knew it would crush her. Alan's betrayal made me feel like the most foolish woman in the world and I hated myself for loving him with my heart. He certainly broke something within me…. something I don't think could ever be mended again.
Related chapters
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife The annoying rude jerk
Sheila's POV "Are you still here, Sheila? What's wrong with you? If you weren't feeling well today, why did you come to work? You are making the other girls do your job!" Diana shouted angrily at me, snapping me back to reality. I didn't even realize how long I had spent in the resting room. "Sorry," I mumbled and quickly fixed my face. Even though I wanted to stay with my mother at the hospital today because I didn't feel like coming to work, I had no choice but to show up because my job was all I had at the moment. I stared at the engagement ring Alan had given me one last time before flushing it down the toilet. Good riddance to bad rubbish! I left the restroom and headed over to Table five to take their orders, but another waitress was already attending to them. Feeling relieved, I started to head back to the kitchen when I was asked to take Table Seven's order. Why couldn't I just get a break, and have a moment to myself? Switching into my professional work etiquettes, I pu
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Marriage Candidates
Andrew's POV Earlier that day… Today was definitely a bad day for me. Returning to this city after five years was proving to be a huge mistake. I was informed that my grandmother was very ill and was at the brink of death and demanded to see me. I left everything I was doing just to fly back home to realize it was all a lie. “I don't understand, father. Do you know how many business deals I had to sacrifice just to be here? Why would you lie about Grandma's health?” “It's all your fault, son. Your mother and I have been urging you to come back home, but you kept procrastinating and we rarely see you. This was the only thing your mom could think of to drag you back home,” my father replied nonchalantly. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. Of course it would certainly be my mother that would come up with this idea to bring me home. “I'm here now, father, what do you need me for? The company is doing okay, I always make sure to keep tabs on the general running of
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Sheila Grayson
Andrew's POVI answered the call, and her voice was filled with anger. "Son, can you believe these people? They had the audacity to do this! Can you imagine?""What are you talking about, Mother?"“The Grayson’s family! They are the family your grandparents wanted you to marry from due to their long time friendship with the bride's grandparents. They had the nerve to call me and inform me that they'll be sending the older sister for the marriage alliance instead of the younger one as we discussed. Can you believe it? They must have heard the nonsense news about you being disinherited and decided their golden daughter was too good for you! They decided to send the older one!”She continued, “If it weren't for your grandfather's insistence that you marry from that family, I wouldn't have even agreed to accept them. Their family is way beneath us, compared to the other families your father and I selected, yet they have the audacity to look down on us!”I had to suppress a laugh as my mot
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Getting married
Sheila's POV “Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!”Phoebe's voice echoed in the living room as she sang obnoxiously loud. Her presence fueled my anger and made my blood boil. How could she be sitting there smiling after what she had done?“Why are you back home so early?” Fiona, my stepmother, inquired as soon as she saw me enter the house."I...I got fired," I confessed reluctantly.She walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face. “That is for laying your filthy hands on my precious daughter!”Phoebe smirked at me, grinning widely while my father, who was reading his newspaper, shook his head in disappointment. I wished I could disappear as tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.“You're just pathetic! Look at you, unable to even keep a simple job as a waitress. How did you expect to keep a man then? I'm certain you deliberately wanted to get fired because of what happened earlier this morning," Fiona sneered.I remained silent, knowing arguing with
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Married to Mr. Arrogant Jerk
Sheila's POV "Where did you go? Were you planning on running away?" My father angrily yelled at me.I held my stinging cheek and explained, "No, Father, I went to see Mother.""Enough! Go upstairs and change already. I don't want to hear anything about that woman," he shouted.I went to my room and found a plain white dress laid out on my bed. It completely lacked any elegance or resemblance to a wedding gown, but I didn't care. If this was what they wanted me to wear, then so be it."Do you like your wedding dress, dear sister?" Phoebe sneered as she appeared at the door, bursting into laughter at the sight of me in the dress."Oh my goodness, you look so hideous! If I were the groom, I'd abandon you at the altar and never look back," Phoebe mocked, her laughter ringing through the room."I hope you're satisfied now. Alan is all yours, and I'm marrying the man you were supposed to marry. I hope you are happy?""Absolutely! You know I did you a favor. You couldn't even keep Alan happ
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife The bait
Andrew's POVI got to my room and slammed the door shut. Sheila really knew how to push one's buttons. How dare she speak to me like that in front of my staff?She needed to learn that no one had the audacity to address me in such a condescending manner."It's only temporary, Andrew. Once you uncover who's targeting Evelyn, you can dissolve this farce of a marriage," I reassured myself, trying to calm down.Grabbing my phone, I dialed Killian's number. He answered after the first ring, "Hello Andrew, what's going on?""Killian, I need you to make arrangements to bring Evelyn down to this city. I'll be staying here for a while, and I want her close to me.""Whoa, I thought you were just visiting your parents. How did they manage to convince you to stay?""It's a long story. Just do as I've asked, and remember... discreetly. I'll explain everything to you later.”I hung up and sank onto my bed. It felt like an eternity since I last visited Evelyn in the hospital. I knew Killian, her pe
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Sheila's attack
Sheila's POV"Okay, I'm all done now. Please try to rest well, Mrs. Walker. You'll feel much better in the morning," the doctor assured me before standing up to leave."Thank you, Doctor," I replied weakly."Thank you for your time, Doctor. I'll walk you to the door," Anna, the housekeeper, offered.My head was throbbing badly, and I hoped the medication the doctor gave me would kick in soon and stop the pounding.Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, the door suddenly burst open, and Andrew rushed in."What happened?" he asked, walking toward me in hurried strides. As he approached, I noticed his usually immaculate suit was wrinkled, and his tie was missing. The top buttons of his typically buttoned-up shirt were undone, showing a glimpse of his firm chest muscles. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his nose, making it seem like he had hurried to see me.My eyes wandered back to his firm chest muscles, wondering why I didn't reali
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Conspiracies
Andrew's POV“Damn!” I felt so upset and angry that someone could actually bypass my entire security team and attack my house right under my nose!If they could infiltrate my own house, then nowhere was safe! With anger surging through me, I threw a glass against the wall in rage.I heard a knock and had to take a deep breath to calm my raging emotions before granting the person permission to enter.Alfred walked in, and I didn't waste time asking, "Tell me everything in detail.""Master, I was in my room when I heard the security emergency alarm. I stepped outside only to be told by the security team that Mistress was attacked by a masked man. I called you immediately after I got the information.""How did the masked man get into the mansion? Shouldn't there be a guard in charge of the east wing of the mansion where Sheila's room is located? Why was there no security guard on sight when the masked man attacked her?" I asked impatiently, trying to get to the root of the matter."Dant
Latest chapter
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife His Past and Present
Andrew's POV Evelyn headed to her room before I could even mention Simeon's name, and slammed the door really hard, leaving no room for further confrontations.I stood motionless, my fists clenched at my sides. I couldn’t bring myself to call her back or say another word. Not after what she had revealed. She had heard me mutter Sheila’s name in my sleep.When did this happen? And why hadn’t Evelyn confronted me sooner? The thought gnawed at my mind, making me feel guilty.Was it something I had dreamt unconsciously, or was it the part of me I’d tried so desperately to suppress surfacing in the worst possible way?I turned and headed to the study. The air inside the room was stifling, but it matched the suffocating weight on my chest. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, poured myself a glass, and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol was sharp, but it did little to dull the chaos in my head.Opening the balcony door, I let the cool night air wash over me. I sank into
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife One Text, One Choice
Evelyn’s POVI bent down slowly, my fingers trembling as I picked up one of the pictures Andrew had thrown at me. My heart raced as the image in my hand sent a chill down my spine. It was a photo of me holding Simeon’s hand. How… how did Andrew get this? When I had sarcastically asked if he was stalking me earlier, I hadn’t expected him to actually do it. But here it was—evidence that he’d hired someone to follow me. I clenched the photo in my hand, my shock instantly turning into anger. Without thinking, I threw it back at him, and asked in a sharp voice,“What is this, Andrew? Am I a prisoner in your house now? A prisoner who can’t step outside without the warden’s permission?” Andrew remained unmoved, his expression cold and stern. “This isn’t about being a prisoner, Evelyn. What exactly were you doing with Simeon?” His question stung, not because I didn’t have an answer, but because of the sheer audacity of it. What did he think I was doing with Simeon? I took a deep bre
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife A Fractured Trust
Andrew’s POV I stood in the shadows, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching as Evelyn quietly slipped into the house. She moved carefully, shutting the door gently, as if trying not to wake anyone. The faint click echoed in the silence, and I waited, my patience thinning with every passing second. She didn’t see me. Her focus was on the stairs, her steps light but quick. It was clear she wanted to get to her room without encountering anyone. But she wouldn’t get that luxury tonight. “Where have you been, Evelyn?” My low, sharp voice immediately broke the stillness. She froze mid-step, clutching her bag tightly. A startled shriek escaped her lips as she turned abruptly, her wide eyes searching the shadows until they landed on me. “Andrew!” she exclaimed. “Why would you do that? You scared me!” I didn’t answer, didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the silence stretch between us. Her brows furrowed as she stepped down from the stairs she was about to climb,
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Meeting up with Claire
Evelyn's POV I stood there, frozen, my hands clenched into fists as I watched Simeon leave with Sheila. My chest heaved with every breath, the anger bubbling inside me. My eyes burned with the rage coursing through me. How could he? How dare he? When I learned about Sheila, I felt this desperate need to meet her. I had to see for myself what made her so special—why she seemed to be at the center of everything. But every time I tried, something came up, and I was kept away. It felt like the universe was conspiring to keep us apart. Today, I’d had enough. I snuck out of the house, driving for hours, determined to meet this woman who had somehow managed to get involved with everything—or rather, everyone—that used to matter to me. What I didn’t expect was to run into Simeon. Seeing him after all this time—it should have felt like a reunion, a moment of happiness. Instead, his coldness pierced through me like a dagger. Why her? Why Sheila? A woman he barely knew compared to
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Manipulation
Sheila's POVAs I stepped out of the building with Simeon, I felt the cool breeze hit my skin. Simeon was quiet beside me, his expression unreadable as we walked to the car. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I stayed silent, giving him the space he seemed to need. When we got into the car, Simeon gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn’t turn the ignition or say a word, just stared straight ahead. I could tell the confrontation with Evelyn had drained him. It wasn’t just about meeting her unexpectedly—it was about the love, betrayal, and unresolved feelings she represented. I didn’t blame him for being lost in thought. After what felt like an eternity, I glanced at him, hesitating before softly asking, “Are you alright?” He blinked, as if coming out of a trance, and managed a faint smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, but I could hear the strain in his voice. Feeling a pang of guilt, I began to apologize. “I’m sorry, Simeon. I had no idea she was Mrs. Asher. I sh
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Seeing her again
Simeon's POVThe moment I walked into the grand lobby, my eyes scanned the surroundings in search of Sheila. I didn’t expect the scene that greeted me. Just across the room, I spotted them: Sheila and Evelyn... together. How was this possible? What was Evelyn doing in this part of town? I stared at Evelyn, and saw how beautifully well she had recovered ever since I last saw her at the hospital. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat, watching her so full of life and vigor.Seeing her seated across from Sheila, looking at Sheila as if she was a piece of garbage, set off alarm bells in my head. I'd always known Evelyn to be sharp and outspoken....what was she saying to Sheila?I buried my emotions deep within my heart and walked closer, unnoticed for now, catching the tail end of Evelyn’s words, her tone dripping with disdain. “...what happens when Simeon gets tired of you, too? Who will you latch on to? Let me guess… their grandfather?” Sheila stood frozen, her face pale and sp
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Mrs Asher
Sheila's POV As I walked into the grand lobby of the building, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, I felt a wave of nervousness was through me.The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume. Everything about this place screamed wealth and splendor.Clutching my bag tightly, I approached the reception desk. The woman seated behind it gave me a polite smile. “I’m here for a meeting with Mrs. Asher,” I said to the woman.She nodded and gestured toward the lounge area. “Welcome, Ma’am. You’ll find her at the table near the window.” “Oh, okay, thank you very much,” and made my way toward the spot she indicated. My eyes scanned the tables until they landed on a woman seated in the corner. She was quite hard to miss.She wore a long scarf tied elegantly around her neck, its silk edges catching the light. Her oversized black sunglasses concealed much of her face, but her posture and demeanor were undeniably poised. Something about
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Moving On 2
Simeon’s POVI leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching Sheila disappear into the building. My fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as I sighed. She was trying so hard to hold it all together, but I could see through the tiny cracks in her armor. Three months might seem like a long time to some people, but for Sheila, it wasn’t enough to heal the wounds in her heart.Not that I blamed her. Andrew had been stupid—too stupid for his own good. He’d thrown away something precious. If he weren’t my brother, I might’ve given him the beating of his life by now. Even as my brother, I’d thought about it more than once… he didn’t deserve Sheila, not after the way he’d treated her. Over the past few months, Sheila and I had grown closer, and though she probably thought of me as just a friend, I couldn’t help but feel protective of her. Maybe even a little more than I should… like an older brother. I always found an excuse to visit this quiet town, just to see her smile. Even if
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Moving On
Sheila’s POV Three months later…….I blinked at the clock on my bedside table and groaned. 8:25 AM. How did I sleep in so late? My meeting was in less than forty-five minutes, and my car had broken down last night. Fantastic. Scrambling out of bed, I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and get ready. This had to be the fastest record of me getting dressed! I quickly grabbed my phone and dashed out of my room, nearly tripping over a misplaced shoe. The smell of fresh steamed buns hit me as I hurried to the dining room. My mother stood by the table, gently humming her favorite song while arranging plates like we had all the time in the world. “Sheila, come sit down and eat,” she called, holding up a plate of her freshly made buns. “Not today, Mom!” I snatched a hot bun, juggling it from one hand to the other as I grabbed my bag from the chair. “Why can’t you have a proper breakfast like a civilized person?” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Because I’m running late for
