Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Thanks to her incessant nagging, I dreaded coming home having known I wouldn’t have a moment of peace with her.
So I spent late nights at the office even though I wasn’t the CEO then, with the hope she would have fallen asleep by the time I was home. Unlike what I thought, that approach made things worse.
When Kay discovered my latest tactics, she cried, raved, and threw every tantrum known to man just to stop me from returning home.
She laid a guilt trip on me, saying I was busy frol**king with other women while she was left alone to take care of our three years old daughter – in reality, I was avoiding her, avoiding this.
Because of the love, I had for her; the times we spent together; the promise I made to her on the wedding altar, and the fact I couldn’t take her heartbreaking sobs anymore, I became obedient to her wishes once more.
Until a day came, I couldn’t take it anymore; I burst out – I wanted a divorce. I was sick of that bondage, I needed to leave that prison.
To some people, marriage was nothing but a chain wr*pped around the neck and I was one of them.
When they heard of the divorce issue, our both families didn’t support my idea – Both families had always been close, our separation would bring a division bet**en them -but I had made up my mind already, there was no going back.
For a good six months Kay swore never to sign those papers, she wasn’t going to release me to those other women warning my bed.
What other women? Even God knew I had been faithful throughout our marriage though there was temptation everywhere.
Being rich and handsome, I had always been a good catch for women generally. Many gold-diggers tried to seduce me, but I resisted all of their sly moves because of my wife and the sake of my child – I didn’t want to be tagged as an unfaithful husband and father.
When none of her tricks worked on me – I was already familiar and immune to them- Kay gave in but on one condition, she would be the one to train up, Isabella.
That decision to hand my daughter over to her was my worst mistake but during that period, I just wanted to be free from her.
Being with Kay those months were hell on earth, I couldn’t exp**ss my thoughts and opinion in fear of upsetting her. Her hysteria could last from any minute to an hour; it was always exhausting calming her down.
We separated eventually and my joy knew no bounds. All those times she had been suffocating me, it was so hard to breathe but now, the air had returned to my lungs.
From that day onward I swore off love, deciding never to give this heart to any woman ever again. Women were nothing but playthings and so my womanizing days began officially.
I became addicted to the taste of freedom after so many years of bondage, yet still didn’t forget my responsibility to my daughter.
Though I was granted visiting rights by the court but each time I visited, my ex-wife wouldn’t let me see her.
“You don’t deserve to be her father, if you really love her, you would give her a complete family”
Sadly for Kay after our divorce, I became wise and knowledgeable to her wiles. It was as if the scale covering my eyes previously fell off and my eyes were open to realize my wife was a good manipulator.
That tricky woman tried to guilt-trip me into accepting her back but that was never happening, I left.
Knowing I would try to reach our daughter through school and playtime with other kids, Kay homeschooled Isabella and never once made her leave her side.
Then I began to hear odd news that she was crazy, I was worried over my daughter – a crazy woman wasn’t fit to be the mother of my child.
With the influence of my family, I took Isabella away from Evan’s. Yet it didn’t go well, Isabella was so used to her mother that she came down with illness the first night she spent with us.
Kay’s parents came pleading the next day for us to return their granddaughter- Isabella was the only thing keeping the rest of kay’s sanity intact.
I refused but Adam changed my mind coupled with the fact the girl wouldn’t stop asking about her mother.
Isabella returned to her and in exchange, I received more time to spend with my daughter whenever I visited.
Of course, her maneuvers never ended even to the extent of lying about our daughter’s health and all, yet didn’t give in until one day.
On the day of the deal with Sakuzi, for some unknown reasons, I had a bad premonition and a strong urge to visit my daughter.
But when I reached kay’s manor that night, we had an intense argument. She questioned me about my recent relationship with a celebrity-I couldn’t quite remember her name anymore.
I reminded her that she didn’t have the right to question my personal life since we weren’t together anymore.
After saying good night to my daughter, I drove off to the secret location with no idea that Kay had sneaked into the booth of my car – she probably thought I was going to see one of my lovers.
In the warehouse we had chosen, the transaction was going well until the siren sounded; the police were here.
Sakuzi, thinking I had betrayed him, opened fire on us thus, a shootout began.
I was busy defending and protecting my men when I saw it, Kay came out of her hiding place.
Everyone happened in slow motion:
“Niles! ” She had yelled my name amid the heated altercations with Sakuzi and his men.
“Get the hell on the floor!” I instructed her while dodging the bullets flying from all directions.
But that crazy woman shook her head instead and started towards me and I watched it happen, she got caught in the crossfire.
A bullet fired by Sakuzi’s eldest son shot her straight in the heart – an instant kill.
I froze, shock, and disbelief washing over me as I watched Kay Evans slump to the ground.
“No! ” I roared.
In that moment of anger, I lifted my gun and shot back at him; Kay’s murderer.
That was how it all began, the bad blood with Sakuzi.
After Kay’s burial, her family released Isabella who I handed over to my father; the guilt of her mother’s death couldn’t allow me to stare at her face.
Maria’s POV
Angela stormed out of my house, fuming with anger. She was probably going to confirm if I had purchased some shares in their company as I claimed.
But she left her mother behind -works fine for me anyway- but not when granny is playing matchmaker.
“Maria dear, come and take a look at this one” She called me as I let go of her foot and sat back beside her on the couch.
I was manicuring those uncared nails of hers but I had to stop to glance at the pictures
“I just chatted my friends now and they sent their son’s pictures over, you just need to make a choice “
I stared at the first picture, the guy didn’t look too bad; blonde hair brushed and gelled to the nape of his neck; teeth that looked too white they were almost sparkling; dimples on his cheeks -ooh, I love dimples – and attractive hazel eyes.
On a scale of one to five with five being the highest, I’ll rate him four – he was really good looking but he just didn’t appeal to me.
“How’s he? Not bad, right? And to crown it all, he’s a successful dental surgeon “
Tsk tsk, no wonder his dentition is top-notch – I swear I could see my reflection in those teeth.
“Do you like him so we can set you both on a date?” There was an anticipatory look on grandma’s face which made my heart hurt, she was working so hard to give me a better life.
“Grandma, I – “
I wanted to tell her the truth that I wasn’t interested in any relationship at the moment but she didn’t let me finish.
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No “
“Are you sure? What about that man your mom mentioned?”
My heart skipped a beat. I don’t care what people say and think about me, but not to people close to my heart – I can’t have my grandmother thinking I sold my body for fame and riches.
“Mom was just talking nonsense, he was my employer but I don’t work for him any longer” I explained briskly.
“He’s the one who the media said you seduced?”
“No, I didn’t seduce him granny” I clarified firmly, “He’s filthy rich so the media is just scooping for gossip; nothing happened bet**en the both of us” I lied through my teeth.
It was better that way, Niles and I had already ended, there was no use bringing up a touchy closed case.
Moreover, it would break my granny’s heart knowing I was rejected by his father because of the difference in status.