The Fallout

"Feeling spellbound by the love expressed by my gorgeous crush, billionaire Lucas Ravenwood in his recent interview. Your admiration means the world to me. And in the spirit of honesty, I must confess - the feelings are mutual. Excited for what the future holds!"

My jaws clenched in rage as I read actress Aubrey Sinclair's I*******m post for the tenth time, grimacing at her boldness.

It's been only ten hours since my husband did that shocking interview. She has wasted no time before jumping on the opportunity to date him.

Her post has already garnered over two million likes and thousands of supportive comments, all praising her potential pairing with the stunning billionaire Lucas Ravenwood.

Reading through the comments makes me feel like a worthless wreck despite the seven-hour sleep I just had in a pure mulberry silk designer bed.

The actress looks ethereal in her I*******m photos. Her strands of glossy red hair falls all the way to her lower back and her glowing white skin is as smooth as porcelain. She definitely can have her choice of men, regardless of their marital status.

I wish she had not created that post, because now my heart is in a desperate need for my husband's assurance that I am still the love of his life. I still have faith that he hasn't forgotten the sacrifices I have for him. He cannot be in love with her.

He will be arriving home today, hopefully with the reassuring news that he did not mean anything he said in the interview. That's all it would take for my heart to find peace again.

I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom where I take a warm bath tub that fail to wash away my worries. I put on make up and expensive fragrances for the first time since we got married. As a house wife I am usually burdened with lots of chores, leaving little time to enhance my gelegance. But today I am making myself as attractive as a runway model. Then maybe my rich husband will see some value in me as well.

I sigh in frustration after opening my closet and finding nothing truly aesthetic. Not that I had bought any. I focused on caring for my husband so much that I completely forgot that I was a living being.

"Mrs Ravenwood!" Catherine, the only maid I got in this opulent mansion, calls out in an urgent voice while knocking on my door. She is literary the only person that knows that her boss, billionaire Lucas Ravenwood, is married to me. She sounds anxious today, like she too watched the interview.

I slip on the white dress right in front of me before walking to the door.

"Your husband has arrived. He has requested that you meet him in the living room immediately." She informs after I have opened the door.

I had not anticipated his arrival this early, but I am more surprised that he sent Catherine to come get me when he could have done it himself.

"I will be there in a few seconds." I tell to Catherine before returning into the room to put the stylish jacket I made on display inside of his elegant walk-in closet so it can be the first thing he will see as soon as he enters. I rush down the staircase to avoid making him wait.

I enter the living room to find his stunning figure standing next to the sculpture of his great grandfather, a harsh expression marring his angelic face.

Unlike other times, he doesn't look happy to see me. Nevertheless, I put on a delightful smile as I stride forward and wrap my hands around his broad shoulders, inhaling his masculine cologne.

"You have arrived unusually early." I whisper proudly. But he pushes be back like a repulsive thing with a foul smell.

Surprised, I step back and realize that his eyes are glaring at me.

"Yes, I made it home early to ask you to leave." He informs in a frigid tone.

A wave of shock surges through me, leaving my mouth gaping. Did he really say what I heard? I don't see how that is possible.

"Pardon me... please. I don't think I heard you-"

"You heard me right!" he snaps. "Unless you want me to write it down for your retarded brain to understand."

I stumble back in shock and have to take a sit on a couch to be able to get the next question out of my mouth.

"You... are kicking me out because you want to be with actress Aubrey Sinclair?"

"Yes, you're useless to me. You have done nothing with your life other than sitting here and being a compliant wife. I need someone that reasons and has her own success to add to mine." He states coldly.

Sounds like he meant everything he said during the interview. He suddenly hates me for being a housewife with no impeccable success to flaunt. Yet I forfeited my designing talent to become his perfect wife, one that is always available whenever he needs my care.

"I too can find success if you give me a chance. I have got valuable talents that can be greatly useful to your brand." I plead, scared that this might be the end if I don't fight.

But he shakes his head. "A dog would be more useful to me than you will ever be." He responds, his voice cold and laced with disgust. "I have transferred five thousand dollars to your account so you can leave my house right away before Miss Aubrey Sinclair arrives in the evening. Don't ever mention to anyone that you were ever my wife or lived inside of my home." He adds, his frigid tone making it sound like a warning.

 

"You're wrong if you think that actress cares about making you happy." I point.

 

"She does." He answers, holding up his phone so I can see the ravishing image of Aubrey Sinclair in revealing beachwear that she sent to him only hours after the interview.

 

"I have always dreamt of being solemnly yours." Her caption reads.

 

Her body is breathtaking in every manner a man desires. Clearly, I cannot compete, especially with her outstanding confidence that gives her the courage to strike a pose in such a skimpy outfit that openly shows her nipples.

 

"She and I will be having our first date today in the evening. After that I will be bringing her home so that she doesn't have to sleep in a hotel." Lucas informs in a proud voice. "So do me a favour and leave before then. It would be a shame if she gets to meet my previous poor choices." He adds, gesturing at my body and clothes.

 

I sacrificed it all for him, yet he harbours no remorse in his eyes while uttering the insults. I am now his previous poor choice that his new lover shouldn't see. She might be the embodiment of feminine perfection, but she was never there for him when he needed care.

 

I have no option but to leave and never speak of our two year marriage to anyone. It feels like my heart fell off a cliff and broke into countless pieces that cannot be gathered and sewed back into place. Never have I felt more worthless before in my life.

 

I quietly stand and walk out of the room before the tears spills from my eyes in his presence. He may have destroyed me completely but I will not let him see a wreck in my eyes. I climb the winding staircase without looking back and only let the tears fall after arriving back in my room.

 

I have only a few things to gather, and a whole new future to figure out. Alone!