The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

Even after I tighten the grip on my phone as I look down at the screen, my hand still trembles. I don't recognize the phone number used, but it's an obvious message from Carmella. She's topless and right on top of Dominic, laying her head on his bare chest while he's fast asleep.

She smirks right at the screen and that only makes her follow-up text message feel like she's rubbing it in my face even more

"HE'LL ALWAYS BE MINE, BITCH!"

This whole time, I had a feeling that something like this might have been going on, but I didn't want to think about it, only because I was certain he would never go back to her. How could he do this after what she did? How could he go back to her knowing the type of person she is?

The more I stare at the picture, the more I hear my heart pound faster and it's louder than my heavy breathing.

I toss the phone aside, trying to compose myself but I'm unsuccessful as I can't stop thinking about it. It occupies my mind so much that I'm not in the mood to read anymore, so I roughly pull out the drawer, drop the book inside and roughly shove it back in.

Even after I curl up in a sleeping position, I can still feel myself tremble with rage as I laugh at myself for even feeling this way. What did I think was going to happen between the two of us?

I might only be thinking about my father right now, but it doesn't mean my feelings for Dominic faded away.

Only because I have a meeting in the morning with my new management team, I try to get some sleep and stop thinking about what I just saw, but it's easier said than done. Carmella got what she wanted and she couldn't wait to show off.

I look at Dominic's side of the bed, my vision a little blurry from the tears almost rolling down the side of my face. This is the first night that I sleep alone in our bedroom. It feels so empty and I hate it, but there he is, sleeping comfortably in her bed.

I barely got any sleep last night but thanks to my makeup, I easily hide the tiredness around my eyes while in the meeting, one which Dominic should've been part of.

I sit at the head of the table in the boardroom, facing the large screen like I'm paying attention but I only keep seeing flashes of the message Carmella sent to me. I even imagine the two of them in each other's arms and it makes me shake my head a few times.

The project manager leading the presentation then says, "Is there a problem, Mrs Richards?" She sounds a little nervous.

I sigh. "Not at all. Please continue."

I realize she must have thought that was directed

me so much that I'm about

so hard not to let my feelings get in the way, I can do it again

my head, I focus on the presentation, the images still flashing in my mind but this time, I pay them no attention. Getting this hair care line

the end of it, I look down at my phone. There's still

longer than I expected, which I don't mind since it's just what

end of the day's program and as they help themselves to the delicious food at the classy restaurant, I'm on the phone with my mother-in-law to give her an update. "Oh, my dear, I'm so thrilled about how fast this is going to

not as enthusiastic as I want to

able to handle this even without Dominic being present. He was right when he

"When did he

spoke a few

this new information breaks my heart, especially when she says that Dominic was on the phone with my father-in-law, discussing a large

me and that only raises more questions in

spending the day with my father and getting to know the new

into the seat, wondering what I did to deserve this lack

the living room and I

brace myself as

wondering how I

I don't want to seem jealous and hurt by the fact that he was focused on fucking Carmella and ignored me, his

a deep

soon as I open it wide enough, I spot him brushing through his hair while standing

my direction but I'm not surprised. If he could go a whole day without talking to me, he can definitely do something

my lips together, closing the door behind me and I don't intend to

on the other side of the room, then place the palm of my hand on

he finally says while still facing the

I reply, trying not to

"How was the meeting?"