The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Vanessa just keeps staring at me and parts her lips to speak, but it seems she can't find her words.

"Hey, tell me what happened." My voice is urgent.

Shutting her eyes, she says, "I was in the ladies' room and Carmella passed by the bodyguards only because she was in disguise and I was the only one who could identify her."

Disappointed in the bodyguards, I say, "Then what's the point of having bodyguards if-"

"I'm not finished," she cuts me off, her tone a little harsh. "There was a moment where I thought she was going to attack me with an object or whatever because she lowered her hand and in the pocket of her coat, but she chose not to do so. She said it was because she had something else that would hurt even more."

"And what was that?" I cross my arms.

Opening her eyes, she says, "She had something to say."

I shake my head dismissively and raise my eyebrows. "What could she possibly have said that would hurt you?"

As I get closer to her, she takes a few steps back. She clearly doesn't want me near her.

With a painful smile, she says, "She told me that even before we got married, you planned to divorce me in a few months."

My heart instantly starts racing as I uncross my arms, my eyes going round a little in panic. Shit!

"Is it true?" she asks.

"Whatever Carmella-"

"Just answer my question," she cuts me off.

to meet her gaze, I

you would have no use for me." Her voice trembles a little. "You planned to divorce me so you could marry her." With a regretful sigh as I feel my body temperature

can't say for sure what your plans are now. But it was shocking to find out that those were your plans before. When I was getting into this marriage, it was supposed to be for the rest of our lives even when you told me on our first meeting that you had no choice but to accept this. Now I wonder how many

away again with a chuckle that

That's okay," she says. "I still know what

me. She's clearly hurt

explain myself, she says, "Anyway, Mike should be expecting us soon. We should get ready and

"Vanessa-"

because I take longer than you do." She walks away in a hurry to the elevator, her voice trembling. "I'll

when she covers her mouth and

frustration, hating that

even pace a few times, giving it a few

get ready, I can't stop thinking about what happened. If only the bodyguards had done their job, Carmella wouldn't have

on my necktie turns into a struggle as I can't seem to just focus on it. Irritated, I take it off and slam it on the floor, thinking about the expression in Vanessa's eyes and the tone of her voice when I was in the living room with her. Why do I actually feel awful about

with a few deep breaths, I pick up my necktie,

only takes me a few seconds this time but not even finally doing it right can get rid of the scowl on my face. I have the urge to call Carmella and ask her why she did it, but that

to leave, I can't seem to just walk out and get to Vanessa's bedroom door. Right now, it feels like one of the most difficult things I've ever done. It must be because I'm filled with so

get to her door, but nothing comes out right

takes 45 minutes for me to feel like I'm ready to speak to her with all this guilt, so I finally get to her door and knock on it, with a small delay between that and when I

hope you're almost ready. I know how long you always take. I don't want to be late

she says,

the wall on the other side. She's mad at me and doesn't even have to say it. I make myself believe that with time, things will get better, so I wait righ in the same spot, thinking of all the ways I can explain myself to her. It might

I hear her coming closer to the door and that makes me fix my posture as

with a thigh slit, some smoky eyeshadow and a glossy nude lipstick. She doesn't even look at me as she closes the

tension between us and to break the ice, I smirk and say. "Glossy lipstick looks

She leads the way to the elevator