Chapter 1 The Betrayal

• "Mrs. Elliot, Sir is currently in a meeting and cannot take calls," said the secretary in a chilly voice.
• Before Elena could respond, the person on the other end hung up.
• Elena stared at her phone's blank screen and felt a sharp, throbbing pain run through her body.
• Important meeting - two words that shattered the thin veil of hope she had left.
• The cold evening air bit at her cheeks and tears welled in her eyes.
• When Andrew informed her earlier that he was running late for the dinner, Elena did not take it to heart.
• Andrew's work always took precedence.
• During their five years of relationship, she had always been accommodating and never been an unreasonable person.
• But tonight was their anniversary, and she hoped that for once, he would put their love before his demanding career.
• Alas...
• Elena stubbornly waited for him even though she knew he wouldn't show up.
• Because part of her still hoped he would not abandon her.
• The minutes seemed to last forever.
• Three hours had passed with no sign of Andrew.
• After a while, the manager approached. "Are you okay, ma'am? You've been here for more than three hours. Do you want to order anything while you wait?" He inquired.
• With a heavy heart, she finally accepted that Andrew would not show up and stood up to leave.
• Andrew's absence deeply disappointed Elena.
• She felt a sinking heaviness in her chest, and it hurt so much that it was suffocating.
• As she left, the diners around her blurred into a mosaic of hazy faces.
• The cold wind outside matched the chill in her heart as she walked outside the farmhouse restaurant.
• Tonight, she had expected a night of fun and shared memories, but instead, she got this lonely walk of shame.
• She turned her gaze to the empty streets in front of her.
• The desolation mirrored the void Andrew’s absence had created.
• Only then did she realize that it was difficult to hail a cab in this remote place.
• With a sigh, she returned to the entrance, her heels clicking on the cobbled path.
• The receptionist at the entrance looked at her. "Is everything alright, ma'am?"
• Elena shook her head, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. "My ride isn't here. Is it possible to hail a taxi or something?"
• The receptionist gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid it's difficult to get a cab around here, especially at this hour. However, there is a bus stop down the street. You can take a bus from there."
• Elena thanked her and left the restaurant.
• The journey to the bus stop was a lonely one.
• She wrapped her coat around herself, attempting to protect herself from both the cold night and the harsh reality of the evening.
• The bus was due in fifteen minutes.
• The vulnerability of being alone, abandoned on an unfamiliar road, felt like a lifeline.
• The driver glanced at Elena disinterestedly as she stepped on board.
• Boarding the bus felt like surrendering to the ordinary when her heart had craved the extraordinary.
• The bus engine drove to its final destination, Oakwood.
• Coincidentally, the place was where her best friend, Chloe, lived.
• A sense of relief poured over her as she considered spending the night at her house.
• After all the emotional turmoil, she wanted an escape from the storm that was threatening to engulf her.
• Navigating her way, Elena finally reached the Oakwood Residence and took the elevator straight to the twenty-third floor.
• Entering the password, the door creaked open.
• Kicking off her heels, Elena settled on the couch.
• Just as she relaxed, faint noises emerged from inside Chloe’s bedroom.
• A hint of embarrassment colored her cheeks. As an adult, she understood the nature of the sounds that came from inside.
• Cursing inwardly, she contemplated whether to stay or leave.
• “Andy…” The muffled groans grew louder, causing her to freeze in place.
• Elena’s mind was spinning and for a moment, she questioned whether she had misheard.
• “F**k, Carl. Spread your legs a little wider.” A rough male voice broke through the air, shattering any illusions of misunderstanding.
• The words hung in the air, heavy with a familiarity that turned Elena’s blood cold.
• Her face drained of color as realization struck with full force.
• Because the voice belonged to none other than her husband, Andrew!
• [Author's note:
• Hey guys! I'm so glad to be back with a brand new story.
• The Billionaire's Secret Desire is a beautiful blend of romance, drama, revenge, second chance, suspense, etc as the characters navigate various challenges in their lives.
• Hoping to receive the same love you all showed to my previous novel. Please don't forget to share your reviews and thoughts!
• - Aera]