The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Just as the limousine pulls up in the parking structure of the nightclub, Vanessa drops her head to the side with a blank face fixing her hair.

Though I'm fully aware that she doesn't want to talk to me, I still feel the need to remind her of something important because I know what she'll be like. She doesn't want to be close to me, but that's the last thing that we need right now.

Clearing my throat to get her attention, I say, "We're about to go in and-"

"I know," she bluntly cuts me off, carrying her purse. "Let's just go."

One of the bodyguards opens the door to her side and she starts making her way inside without waiting for me, accompanied by two of them.

Just as I step out, I say, "Did you miss the part where we're supposed to go in together?"

She stops in her tracks, looking over her shoulder. "I just can't wait to get inside so I can have a good time. I've had a very bad day."

I press my lips together with guilt, unable to give a proper response as I approach her.

As soon as we make it past security at the entrance and begin to move along the corridor with the bodyguards behind us, I get closer just so I can hold her hand, but she steps to the side and gets closer to the wall, widening the distance between us

"We don't have to always hold hands. It's enough that we're here and we look happy. That's what matters."

I nod, shoving my hand in my pocket. Had she not found out about the divorce thing, she'd be holding my hand right now. Something so small suddenly feels so significant as it once again paints a clear picture of how she feels towards me right now.

As we approach the end of another corridor after taking the elevator, the music gets louder and I send one last message to Frank, telling him that I've just arrived.

Vanessa and I turn at the corner and the music gets a little louder than before, but not so much that I wouldn't be able to hear myself speak.

Since there aren't too many people to celebrate the successful launch of Aurum Elite at this private party, I easily spot Frank at one of the VIP tables, drinking with the girls from the after-party last time. Mike spots me before I can even get to Frank and as he approaches, his eyes are fixed on Vanessa.

"Mrs Richards, is there ever a moment where you don't look so gorgeous?" he says to her.

She chuckles. "It's good to see you again."

"I'm glad you're both finally here." He smiles enthusiastically. "I have the best table reserved just for you so you can have some privacy."

"Come on. There's no need for that since we're here to have a good time," I say to him.

"I know we had the after-party, but I still wanted something more personal. It's too bad Jake won't be able to make it once again."

"You're right about that. My brother is just too busy these days."

hands together, glancing

blast," Vanessa chimes in. "What

waiters and they'll serve you

my cheek, wondering what she's

steps away from

her and even strokes his chin for a few

the jackpot

that a

his facial expression. "Not only is your wife gorgeous, but she's also very intelligent. I saw her on the news just a few hours ago wher she was

while with him and

of those," Mike says, bringing back my attention to him. "Now, let's talk outside

places his hand on my shoulder and we head outside for a

taking shots with Frank and the other girls shocks

spots me as I get closer and waves with

push the bodyguards aside,

a moment?" I

now." She takes

few seconds, so

sighs, getting up

onto her hand, pulling her away from the crowd and instructing the

the corridor, she roughly pulls her

you want to say?" she asks. "Make

you

to mean?"

don't want

me off, shooting me the same glare that I saw a few hours ago in the living room. "We're here to have a good time. Isn't that the whole point? Besides, comfy bedrooms are readily available in case I want to rest. That's why you don't

heading right

I shake my head in defeat because I won't be able to stop her this time. Is it because I'm thinking about how she might lash out at me once she's drunk? I know how talkative she gets when she's

what's to come, I decide to join them at the table and

right next to Vanessa, she keeps scooting in the other direction just

says. "I didn't know you could take

her eyes beginning to change as she's getting tipsy. "Right now, I'm just in the

"That's the spirit!"

toast with a cheesy joke about Vanessa taking shots and though everyone laughs, I force myself to join in. I know that

well?" She looks at everyone except

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