Chapter 3 Billionaire Vs Housewife

• Fiona
• “He may be able to help, since he clearly likes you…” she trails off, then smirks, “And I still think it’s insane that he’s in love with you.”
• “Love?” I laugh, surprised. “Isla, he’s toying with me. Another one-night stand to forget about,” I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I stare at my husband’s computer screen. He’s not in his office, so bet he’s with Jessica right now. The bastard.
• Isla sighs through the phone, “Whatever you say, girl. Well, go get that footage and take Jack down.”
• I want to smile, but there are hours of footage here to reveal their sin. Plenty to get them both fired and maybe more. So, I hit download and watch as the little blue line creeps across the screen.
• “They won’t get away with what they’ve done,” I tell Isla, and after saying our goodbyes, we hang up.
• Once it’s finished, I pull the flash drive out of the laptop, shut it off, and grab my purse. Jack won’t see this coming. I’ve always been the perfect little wife until now.
• Not anymore. Jack will get what he deserves, and I’ll find a way to get my mother’s money back.
• Clutching the flash drive in my hand, I step off the main elevator and walk up to the empty reception desk. I’ve only been to the firm a few times, so as I walk around, I find myself becoming a bit overwhelmed, until I bump into a woman coming around the next corner.
• “Do you have an appointment?” The professionally dressed woman asks.
• “No, I don’t, but—”
• My nerves jumble in my stomach as she scoffs at me and crosses her arms over her chest.
• “I’m Ethan’s secretary, Madison,” she sneers. “I know your type—women make excuses to see Ethan every day. Get out!” She flings her arm out, pointing at the elevator.
• Surprise at her rudeness hits me. Is she always like this?
• “Do you always act this rudely when I’m not around?” A deep voice tinged with annoyance asks from behind me. Guess I’m not the only one thinking about it.
• Madison cringes and lowers her head in shame while I turn and face him. I wasn’t planning to see Ethan this soon, but if anyone can help, it would be the company’s owner.
• “What brings you here, Fiona?” He asks, glancing at me and his secretary. As we stand there, I notice his rigid posture, cold shoulder, and the thin frown that pulls at his lips. It’s completely different than the warm aura I felt last night.
• “You’re here, because?”
• “Oh, right. My husband has been cheating on me with his secretary here in your building,” I tell him and show him the flash drive. “He’s also trying to take the inheritance my mother left me, so I want him fired.”
• Ethan hums and continues typing on his phone. His eyes don’t leave the screen, and my hopes sink. He’s not even paying attention to me.
• After a minute, he leans back in his chair and looks at the clock on the wall.
• “If you can bring me a greater benefit, I’ll fire your husband, but until then, I’ve got a business to run,” Ethan says, stands, and then walks away, exiting the office and leaving me there alone. I stand there, stunned at the dismissive comment and the overall opposite attitude from yesterday.
• How is this the same man I’d been with last night?
• This cold, detached demeanor was more like what I heard about in rumors. The sharp gaze and the unemotional, hard line of his lips were so different. It was like I was looking at a different man from last night. Had I imagined the tenderness from last night?
• The gentleman from last night was back to being the cold dictator everyone spoke of. It’s almost like nothing happened last night. Like I really was just a one-night stand to him.
• Shaking my head, I push the disappointment away. I knew it was nothing more than that.
• Sighing, I scoop up the flash drive from the desk and leave the office.
• “Don’t get your hopes up. He’s a billionaire, and you’re just a housewife whose husband cheated on her,” Madison remarks arrogantly as I walk past her desk.
• It’s true. If it wasn’t for the random stop at the bar and the alcohol, we never would’ve crossed paths.
• There’s nothing between us. Just one night of bad decisions that is better left in the past.
• Soon, I find myself standing in front of the HR Manager’s office, filling out paperwork. He looks over the paperwork for a few minutes before picking up his phone and making a call.
• “Yes, I’d like to see you in my office,” the manager says into the phone.
• A few minutes after he hangs up, Jack walks in, and my stomach tightens in discomfort.
• Jack, though, chuckles when he sees me sitting there. I stand and try to harden my features as he looks me up and down.
• “You want me fired?” He asks with a smirk. “You want your mother’s money and want a divorce, too?”
• I merely stare at him, not wanting to give him more fuel for whatever fire was burning.
• “That money is mine, Fiona, and you couldn’t possibly find a good lawyer and win this case within thirty days,” he says arrogantly. His chest puffs out as I realize he’s right. There wouldn’t be a lawyer that wants to go up against the new partner of the Silverclaw Law Firm. They’re known for winning case after case.
• “However,” Jack grumbles, “Here.” I watch as he pulls an envelope out of his jacket and slaps it down on the manager’s table. The letters across the front spelled DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
• “Throw her out,” Jack says, waving a hand and leaving the room.
• Within minutes, two security guards escorted me and my divorce papers out of the firm. I walk to my car, climb in, and unseal the envelope, reading through the agreement Jack had written up.
• As I read, I grow angrier and angrier until I nearly scream when I read that I’d only receive $20,000 in shared assets after the divorce. Shared assets meant Jack had already transferred all his own assets elsewhere.
• My heart aches with regret as I realize this was practically my fault. If I hadn’t spent years being his little housewife, I’d be able to fight back. I have no connections or skills to fight against my husband.
• I have nothing.
• My phone rings and makes me jump, but when I see Isla’s name flash across the screen, I answer.
• “Hey! I have great news!” Isla shouts excitedly. “There’s a high society party tonight where you could find an amazing lawyer to help you fight back against Jack.”
• “A party?” I ask, feeling a bit nervous.
• “Yeah. I’m on my way to your house with a stunning dress and an invitation,” she tells me. Reluctance hits me in the chest, but it may be my only option to win against Jack. I can’t let him take everything from me.
• Two hours later, with invitation in hand and the dress hugging my body, I step into the party filled with societies elite.
• Heads turn as I walk through the crowd, eyeing me. I can feel their gazes on my skin, and I inwardly scowl at Isla for the beautiful, yet exposing dress. The low cut, backless dress reveals much more skin than I like, and the tight fit hugs every curve I have.
• It’s not my usual taste and having so many people’s eyes on me is a bit unsettling. However, I don’t feel like the frumpy housewife Jack always deemed me to be.
• “Good evening,” a handsome man greets, smiling. I nod, offer my own small smile, and continue walking until a commotion on the other end of the room catches my attention.
• There, in the middle of a group of beautifully dressed women, stands Ethan. And he was looking at me. His gaze is fixed directly on me with an intensity I can’t explain. Heat spreads through my body as his eyes travel down then back up my form.
• It was more like when he looked at me during our night together. I can practically feel his touch as if we were back in his bed and he was running his fingers over my bare skin.
• People chattered around me, walking between us, but it was like no one else was there.
• Just him.
• Just us.