The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

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Chapter 5

Dominic

For a moment, I’m certain my ears are only deceiving me, so I get closer and rest the side of my face right against Vanessa’s bedroom door.

When I hear her loud and clear, my lips curve into a smirk of satisfaction. She’s definitely crying and it feels great to see her miserable. I guess I got back at her after all.

She must have come to my bedroom and heard Carmella moaning.

What a hypocrite. Acting like she didn’t want me yet hearing me in the other room hurt her that much.

I actually want to stand right here longer and listen to her drown in her misery while alone in that bed, but I decide to leave. I’ve heard more than enough to feel that I’ve settled a score with her.

She may not have worn the lingerie for me in preparation for our wedding night, but her being all alone finally got to her because she’ll never be Carmella,

As I walk away, I chuckle softly.

There’s been so many times when Vanessa acted like she was all that. It was because she knew I couldn’t get rid of her and needed her just to please my parents.

Now that she’s with me, this is just the beginning of her misery,

I wonder if I’ll

point out tomorrow that I heard her cry. Maybe I shouldn’t. It’ll be too humiliating but on second thought, that’s exactly what I want to do to her – give her nothing but humiliation whenever I feel like she deserves it

Now that my mood is elevated even more by my victory in this situation, I return to my room, quietly move around so I don’t wake up Carmella. But I soon remind myself she’s too exhausted to open her eyes.

After reaching for my phone. I come downstairs and sit by the fireplace.

As soon as I turn it on, it constantly buzzes with notifications and I know what they’re all about. This time, I pay no attention to them and only wish to see something specific.

While I type in the words Little Warriors, the name of my children’s hospital, I smile at the thought of the critical surgery

that was a success.

Once I’m able to filter out everything else and only view messages from the hospital. I click on the images sent to me of the liule girl.

can’t wait to see her. I wonder what toys to get for

hospital is a personal project that I started when just turned eighteen and no matter what happens, it’s the one thing I’ll never give up

emails on the other children not doing oo well

if the time isn’t approprite. Right now, it’s 3 a.m. and way past working hours, but for the children’s

head to the mini bar and pour myself a drink, my thoughts shifting back to Vanessa crying

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Vanessa

how I expected my night to turn out. The spot where I lay my head is getting soaked in my tears which won’t stop

was perfectly fine when I fell asleep and I was certain would have a good night, but I was wrong. It’s now 3 am and I’m bawling my eyes out

and match my quivering

mother, the kind I’ve had for so many years. The only difference is this time, it

because I kept longing for her while thinking about the wedding. And my

role.

him close to me right now. He embraces me at times when the same dream troubles me at night. I’m far from home, far from him and despite everyone present in this house, it’s the same

a sorrowful night I’ve had

my tears, the sorrow in my heart just doesn’t fade so I sit up and rest my head on top

heart to return to its regular state, I give it time, telling myself that

wipe away my tears and sniffle a few times, getting back in bed

together and tightly intertwine my fingers, begging the universe for me

but finally, I fall asleep.

morning and as I open my eyes, it takes a while for my

skin on the sides of my eyes and cheekbones tighter than usual. It’s because I didn’t wash my face

rays beaming through and hitting the surface of the white

more minutes to gather my thoughts so I close my eyes and just then, I hear

I lay my head and it’s stained in my tears. I

hands on the sides of the bathroom sink countertop, I can’t stop looking at my face in the mirror

again, the only difference is I feel a little bit more awake but

able to hide

Chapter 5

my hair, take

my scalp, I sigh with relief and smile. I should enjoy the beautiful day. Even as I lather the shampoo in my hair,

out of the shower in a white robe, it’s time to