Billionaire’s Unseen Love (Bella and Alex)

Billionaire’s Unseen Love

1 Shattered Dreams on a Starry Night

i Shattered Dreams on a Starry Night

The evening sky was a canvas of stars as Emma sat in her quaint living room, her heart sinking with each tick of the clock. It was her birthday, yet the room was swallowed in silence. Her eyes, heavy with unshed tears, caught a headline on her phone that felt like a cruel twist of fate: “Pamous Actress Bella and Alex, Caught In A Whirlwind Of Romance At The City Airport!”

The photos showed Bella and Alex, lost in their laughter, their connection completely undeniable and both totally oblivious of the photographer who snapped the pictures. Emma’s heart ached; if only she wasn’t painfully aware that Alex was her husband. She also had a cache of hard copy photographs showing practically every detail of Alex’s romance with Bella. She never knew who sent them to the mansion; all she knew was that she got them one fine morning when Alex was supposedly out of town for business. Little did she know, until then, that he was shacked up with Bella in an unnamed hotel.

This wasn’t the first time Alex had wandered, but tonight, it hurt the most. She had spent hours preparing his favorite dishes, setting the table with her grandmother’s vintage lace tablecloth, hoping to create a perfect birthday evening.

Her phone buzzed, jolting her from her thoughts. It was a picture from Bella, displaying her and Alex in a tender embrace. The message was clear, and it cut through Emma’s heart like a knife. Emma paused; could it be Bella behind those hardcopy pictures? She wondered.

Emma’s thoughts raced back to the life she had left for Alex – a world of affluence and endless suitors. Yet, in their three years of marriage, she had become a mere shadow, nothing but chattel in Alex’s life.

texted Alex, her words tinged with a mix of sadness and determination: “Alex, the

rang almost immediately even before she had time to set it down on a table, with Alex’s name flashing on the screen. She hesitated,

what’s this about a divorce?” Alex’s voice was a mix

my own birthday, Alex!”

not what it looks

this. I can’t keep pretending everything is fine,”

his frustration evident. “Emma, you’re blowing this out

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talk later. We can sort this out, alright?”

“No, Alex. It ends now. I want a

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down. The dinner table, once a symbol of her hopeful wait for a shared birthday celebration, now stood as a mocking reminder of her

replayed their conversation, each word a confirmation of her

her sleepless night with bags under them. She