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AFTER DIVORCE: LOVED BY THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE CEO


Chapter 1 Rachel's POV--Waiting for him "I'll be seeing him after a very long
time. I have to make everything perfect." I told my best friend Lana over the
phone. Today was the day David and I were finally going to consummate our
marriage. We had been married for three years, yet that man had never touched
me. As surprising as it sounds, it's true. Starting from the day David and I got
married, he had begun to act strange. On our wedding night, he just left and
came back the next day. We didn't even have a honeymoon. Well, all that was
going to change today. He would be coming back after his long business trip that
took almost six months, and I was ready. "Just don't stress yourself out. I know
how much you want today to turn out perfect, but..." Lana tried to say, but I'm
not hearing any of it. "Lana, if everything goes well, you'll be a godmother in
nine months. Isn't that exciting?" "Rachel... " I could feel the way Lana would
be shaking her head right now at my overexcited attitude. As in, who gets this
excited just because they want to sleep with their husband? Well, that would be
me. In the past few years of marriage, I had been tormented several times by
David's family asking for an heir. None of them would believe that it wasn't my
fault. David never touched me! But today, today is the day I have been waiting
for. It's David and my 3rd marriage anniversary, and I'm ready to make it a
blissful one. "Oh, I got to go; I need to inspect everything; love you, Ana." I
ended the call. Yes, today was the day. Taking a deep breath, I headed over to
the bedroom, where I had meticulously arranged. There were rose petals on the
bed arranged in a beautiful big love sign, and by every corner of the room,
candles, which I would light later so they wouldn't burn out. The windows were
draped in black linen, giving the room a romantic vibe. Everything was set for
my evening with David, my husband. Just as I was about to leave the room to
check on other things, I felt my phone ring. Checking the ID caller, it was my
husband, David. "Hello, honey," I called out shyly immediately I answered the
phone. Despite the fact that we have been married for years now, I still find it
strange to call him sweet endearment, but I did anyway. "Rachel, I'm sorry, but
I can't come back home to you tonight." What was that? My heart became heavy for
two reasons. One, after all my preparations, David won't be coming home, and
secondly, David was with someone. I could hear the moan from the other side of
the phone clearly. Was he cheating on me? "Rachel... Yes uhm... I mean, Rachel,
are you still there?" David called out his voice a bit low-pitched because of
how aroused he was. I froze completely. David was cheating on me and had the
guts to call me so I could hear the m*stress voice. Before I knew it, the phone
went off, but not after several moans from both individuals in the room. My eyes
filled up with tears. This was not happening, I shook my head. I was still
trying to recover from what had just happened when I received a text message
from an unknown number. 'Come to Goldville Hotel, room 167,' it read. What was
this? Who was this? I couldn't think properly anymore. I picked up my bag and
went to the car. If I were in my normal senses, I would have questioned the text
and probably texted back to find out who texted me. I would have thought maybe
it was a trap or something like that, but my head was scrambled to the point I
didn't care. Arriving at the hotel, I went straight to the counter and showed
them the text. "Oh, you're the one." The lady at the counter looked at me
suspiciously before giving me the keys to the room. Again, if I was in my right
mind, I would've wondered why the lady said, 'Oh, you're the one,' as if she was
expecting me. I arrived at the room door. Reluctantly, I opened the door with
the keys the receptionist gave me. The room was dark, but I could still make out
two figures on the huge bed n*ked. "Da... David?" My voice shook. Not only my
voice, but my whole body shook when my eyes adjusted to the dark and I could
make out the woman's face. "Lana?" Lana quickly hid behind David. "Rachel,
what... What are you doing here?" David asked, trying to hide Lana from my view,
but I already saw her. My legs couldn't take it anymore, and I fell to my knees.
"Lana? Of all the people you could cheat on me with, you picked my best friend."
I cried. My heart felt like it was being shredded into tiny pieces. My husband
and the woman who I could trust my life to were sleeping together. "Rachel,
it's... This... This is not what it looks like," David said, trying to explain.
Lana, who was still trying to stay hidden behind David, also spoke up. "Yes,
it's not... It's not what it looks like." "Ok, then what is it? Let me tell you
what it looks like. My best friend and my husband were having s*x together in an
hotel room!"I shouted, frightening Lana. She should be scared. I got up from the
floor and launched myself towards Lana to rip her apart, but David stopped me
just in time and flung me to a wall. "How dare you try to lay your filthy hands
on her!" He shouted at me. My body was sore from the way I was thrown to the
wall, but the pain in my heart from David's words hurt even more. I looked up at
him, clenching my hands to a fist to stop myself from crying. "I'm your wife!" I
shouted back. "You may be his wife, but I'm the one he truly loves." I heard
Lana say it from behind David. My body shook furiously. "What did you just say?"
"You heard her; she's the one I love. I was going to have you sign the divorce
papers today." My head began to spin. Divorce? "No... No... We can't divorce;
we've been together for 10 years, David. We only got married three years ago,
and you're choosing her over me." The tears I've been trying hard to keep inside
me began rolling down my eyes like a damn water fountain. David got up from the
bed wearing only his briefs and went to a table by the corner to pick up some
papers, which he threw at me. "Now that you're here, it only makes this more
easy. Sign this and we're over." "No... " I shook my head. "We can't divorce;
we... We can fix this the both of us." I crawled to David, holding his knees as
I begged. I loved him enough to endure my ex's best friend's humiliating
laughter. Lana laughed, "Look here, Shelly. David loves me; he's only with you
because of his family. But sooner or later he's going to divorce you and marry
me, so just sign the papers." I looked up at my best friend-no, my ex-best
friend-in tears.

Chapter 2 Rachel's POV--Divorced "You gold-digging, two-faced, stupid..." I was
about to rain down insults on Lana when David stopped me. He shoved my hands
from his legs and backed away. "I don't want to hear another word of insult from
your mouth to Lana again!" He yelled. "Now sign those papers and let me be free
from this bondage called marriage." His words hurt me more than anything.
Bondage? He thought our marriage was a bondage? We had known each other long
before we got married, he took my f**king first time, yet he called what we had
bondage? I clenched my teeth tightly. "No, I'm still not signing those papers."
I said firmly, getting up from my kneeling position, which I had kept for a
while now. David smirked. Something about the way he looked at me made me
shiver. "You are going to sign those papers; if not... the alliance between Hart
Industries and Andrew Corporation would be annulled." David stated, going to
stand next to Lana, who kissed him on the cheeks to spite me. "What?" "I can't
believe what is happening right now." There's another reason why I couldn't
afford to divorce David apart from my love for him, and that was my parents.
They would flip if they found out David and I got divorced because their
business wasn't doing well these past few months, and my father had borrowed a
huge amount of money from the bank. If the alliance between both companies ends,
so will everything they had. "No, you can't do this. David, we've known each
other for over seven years before we got married; you can't do this to me." I
cried, scratching my head with my hands. I had forgotten to take off the makeup
and hair accessories I had added to my hair just to make myself up for this man
in front of me who was threatening to end everything I loved. "Rachel, come on.
Sign the damn papers." Lana urged. She walked towards me, slapping me with the
papers. "You..." I raised my hands to slap her, but David held it tightly. "Let
go; you're hurting me." I cried, but looking into his eyes, I saw no emotion. He
was really going to break my hand. "Please, David, I'll sign the papers."
Hearing that he dropped my hands harshly. I picked up the papers from the
ground. "Here's a pen." Lana threw a pen at me. Picking the pen up, I flipped
the papers, signing everywhere signable. I knew I was signing my death warrant,
but I just didn't care. All I wanted right now was to get out of this
suffocating place. "There. I've signed everything." I threw the papers on the
bed. My eyes watered as I looked at David one last time, but he didn't even as
much glance at me, his eyes and lips fixed on Lana. With tears in my eyes, I
rushed out of the hotel, looking like a f**king mess. My heart was hurting
immensely. I loved David. I always had, ever since we were little, and this was
what I got in return. The pain made me drive even faster, speeding across the
road, driving like a madman. 'Ring ring.' My phone vibrates; I didn't even check
the ID caller before picking it up. "I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right
now; call later," I shouted at the caller and was just about to end the call
when I heard my dad's voice. "How dare you speak to me like that, Rachel!?" I
heard my dad's loud, thundering voice from the phone. Quickly, I drove my car to
a stop. "Dad I..." "Save it. What's this I hear about you and David getting a
divorce...? No... What I heard is that you both divorced, today." The way my
father said it made me sure that he knew the truth, all he wanted to hear was
that it was false, but I couldn't just lie like that. "I'm sorry it's..." "What
is wrong with you, Rachel?! Why would you divorce David Hart!! You know the
state our family is in right now yet you still went ahead to divorce him!!!" He
shouted even from the phone I could feel how angry he was. All the hair on my
neck stood up. "It's not my fault, I..." "I don't want to hear it. If you have
to beg David to take you back, then do it. All I want to hear is that both of
you are back together, if not, Rachel I will disown you." My father threatened
cutting the call brashly on me. This was the first time in a long time I was
feeling so helpless. I've always known what to do, always been so meticulous in
my actions, but now everything just came crashing down on me. A wry smile came
to my lips as I started the car again. Begging David was not an option; he would
never accept me back, no matter how much I did. Which only means that my father
would disown me, and knowing him he would. I arrived at my destination soon
enough and got out of the car. The East River Bridge is a giant brick bridge
that allows cars to pass through the deep body of water beneath it. Peace. That
was all I could think of when my eyes were accustomed to the darkness, and I
could feel the harsh wind on my bare skin. I was wearing a thin strapped evening
gown because I wanted to make the night special for David. Thinking about it
now, I was such a fool. How could I not have known that my husband and best
friend were hooking up? I was such a fool, a big one and now I knew it. I wanted
to get rid of the guilt and pain in my heart, the river offered so much peace
that I wanted to grab it. Such peace; if I entered the river, would I feel such
peace? The thought consumed me to the point that it took me a few seconds to
realize that I was already at the edge of the bridge. I only realized when the
harsh breeze intensified because I was so close to the edge of the river. If I
jumped right now, everything would be over. I wouldn't have to explain my
reasons why David divorced me; I wouldn't have to live with the fact that my
best friend slept with my husband and was happily gloating about it, both of
them being ex's now. I stood up straight and remained there, standing, lost in
thoughts, feeling betrayed by the world, weak, and unable to move forward. I
felt the wind in my hair, which had loosened up after I yanked the clip off in
frustration. Everything would just stop... I wouldn't hear my family blaming me
for losing a man like David who could help their business grow back up, I
wouldn't see Lana's happily ever after with David, I wouldn't feel the guilt in
my heart anymore, and the voice telling me everything was my fault would just
disappear. The river was about 40 feet high; if I jumped, there was no way I
would survive. Should I just jump? Slowly I closed my eyes, and let myself fall.
1 second 2 seconds 3 seconds After three whole seconds, there was no falling. I
felt myself in a rather warm and secluded place, like an arm was wrapped around
me. I flickered my eyes open, and then I saw him. A gorgeous man with glass held
me in his arms. He had a look of worry on his handsome face, an emotion someone
had not looked at me with in a very long time. "Are you okay?" His deep,
masculine voice sounded in my ears. Okay? Was I okay? I was anything but okay.
In fact, I was so far from okay. I tried to answer, but my mouth wouldn't open,
my eyes still fixed on the gorgeous intruder's face. But wait a minute, why does
he look familiar? Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, I felt
my consciousness slipping away, and then it all went dark.

Chapter 3 Ethan's POV--You're Ethan Wright??? I came down from the airport
putting on my shades. I'm finally back in the country; I have been gone for over
seven years. "Boss." My driver and also right-hand man, John, walked up to me
and bowed. "Everything is ready for you, Sir." He said and I nodded. "Let's get
going, it's getting dark, and the wind is picking up." John rushed to the
backseat to open the door for me and closed it back after I was seated. "Boss,
it would be faster if we followed the bridge." He advised, and I gave him a goal
ahead. We were driving across the bridge when I saw a thin, frail figure
climbing onto the bridge's railing. "Stop the car." I ordered and immediately
got off, rushing to meet the said person. The figure was just about to jump off
the railing when I got to her, taking her thin body in my arms. Looking down at
her, my eyes widened in shock when I saw her face. Rachel Andrews. Who also
happens to be the main reason why I came back to the country. What the hell did
she just want to do? My heart skipped a beat, realizing that if I had been even
a second late, I would've lost her forever. "Are you okay?" I asked her, but she
just stared at me. Her gaze was like a child who had lost everything. She kept
her gaze on mine until her eyes slowly shut, then she lost consciousness.
"Rachel!" I called her, but there was no reply. "John! Start the engine." ... I
stared at Rachel's beautiful face as she slept. She looked so peaceful, unlike
someone who had just tried to commit suicide. It was my fault and seriously, I
didn't regret what I did. Her eyes flicked open slowly; I panicked, standing up
from my previous position, which was beside the bed where she lay. She sat up
straight as soon as she saw me. "Where... Where am I?" She questioned, looking
around in fright. "You're in my house." I calmly answered, walking away from the
bed, even though I was anything but calm at the moment. "Your house?" She
repeated looking at me suspiciously. "Who are you?" So she didn't even remember
me. I scoffed, trying to fight back the surge of emotions that rushed through me
when she asked who I was. "Your savior."I curtly replied, walking away from her.
"Savior? Who said I needed saving? You should have just left me there." I heard
her yell. Then I heard shuffling noises. "What are you trying to do?" I stopped
her just in time before she could get down from the bed. "Leaving your house."
She answered, shaking my hands off, but I wouldn't budge. "I doubt you're in the
right state of mind to do something like that." "Let go of me." She struggled,
trying to leave the bed. "What is your problem? Huh! You can't just stop me from
leaving, or is this a kidnapping?" She yelled. Her tone told me she was beyond
frustrated. "It's not, but you have to calm down, Rachel." I said trying to calm
her down. She stopped for a moment, then raised her eyes to mine. What was she
thinking? If only I could read her mind to know what she was thinking. "How do
you know my name?" She asked, glaring at me. Then it was as if something clicked
in her brain. She looked down and then at me, repeating the action a few times.
"You know me? From where? What do you want?" She asked all at the same time. I
looked at her amusedly. What was going on in that head of hers? Seeing my amused
expression made her intensify her glare. "If this is a kidnapping, I promise you
there would be no money, you just saw me trying to end my life, and trust me
when I say I would've been happily dead if it wasn't for you." Rachel muttered
in between clenched teeth. I clenched my jaw tightly. Is this how much she
wanted to end her life? "Happily dead... Do you think that there is something
called happily dead?" She rolled her eyes murmuring and obviously. I opened my
mouth to speak when I heard a phone ring. Rachel looked around, my eyes caught
her bag and I gave it to her. She brought out her phone. F**k! I heard her
murmur. Who the hell could it be? "Where the hell are you!!!" Despite how far I
was from Rachel I could still hear the loud voice of the person from the other
side of the phone. Rachel stretched the hand that held the phone away from her
ear wincing at the loudness of her grandfather's voice. "Grandfather I..."
Rachel tried to explain, but the man wasn't giving her a chance. "How dare you,
child! Why would you agree to divorce your husband!" The man shouted again. Wow,
that man had a loud voice, I could make out everything he said despite being so
far away. Wait a minute, was she divorced? Was that the reason she tried to kill
herself? "It was he who divorced me grandfather, after I caught him cheating."
Rachel shouted back. Her husband cheated on her? My hands clenched to a fist. I
knew she was married, who didn't? The beautiful and resplendent Rachel Andrews
got married to her high school sweetheart, that b**tard David Hart. Rachel went
quiet, her grandfather was probably still talking. And by the look on her face,
he was not saying what she wanted to hear. The emotion on her face went from
anger, to hurt in an instant. "What should I do? Grandfather, he cheated on me;
David cheated on me." Rachel's eyes turned red as she sniffled. My heart felt
like it was being pulled. I hate seeing her like this. Her grandfather stopped
shouting because I couldn't hear anything else he said. But whatever he said to
her definitely hurt her because her lips trembled, and she shut her eyes tightly
to hold back her tears. "No, I am not going to apologize to him; he should
apologize to me," Rachel said defiantly shaking her head. Does her family want
her to apologize to a man who cheated on her? "Arghh!" Rachel yelled, throwing
her phone onto a wall as soon as she was done with the call. "What happened?" I
came forward to ask. She turned to me sharply, her glare made me take a step
back. "This... This is all your fault. If you had just let me die in peace, I
wouldn't be in this mess right now. Like seriously, what the hell is your
problem? Who in their right mind saves a stranger from committing suicide?"She
yelled. She was almost at the point of breaking down, but when I went towards
her, she pushed me away sharply. "By now I would be dead, free from everything.
From my failed marriage, from the disappointment my family felt toward me, from
the hate I feel towards myself, from the betrayal of my best friend and my
husband, everything would be all gone, but you..." She pointed at me poking me
in the chest. "...You just had to save me. Why would you save me? Who said I
needed saving huh? Why?" She yelled and I suddenly lost control of my feelings.
"You are no stranger to me, Rachel, and I would save you over and over again no
matter what the hell you put yourself through." My breathing stopped realizing
what I had just said. I almost admitted my feelings for her. Rachel raised her
head to look at me, shocked by what I had just said. "Who the hell are you?" She
asked stepping back a few meters away from her. I don't want her to think I was
a stalker or anything; for God's sake, I just came back to the country today. It
would be best if I just told her who I was, so I did. "Ethan... Ethan Wright,
your favorite pastime." I answered with a hint of sarcasm. She thought for a
moment before her eyes widened in realization. "No, you can't be, are you...
goggle glasses Ethan?"

Chapter 4 Rachel's POV--Be with me The gorgeous stranger just said he was my
favorite pastime. What the hell could be my fav... Holy sh*t! I shook my head,
as it dawned on me who this familiar handsome man could be. "No, you can't be,
are you... goggle glasses Ethan?" My eyes widened even more when he nodded his
head. This was goggle glasses Ethan? What? "But you're not...This..." I became
really confused. Ethan Wright, as he called himself, was my favorite pastime,
and he was right. Back when we were in high school, there was a boy who I always
picked on because of his big glasses, which were always on his face, and that
happened to be the gorgeous man in front of me. "Unbelievable." I muttered my
eyes glued to his strong biceps budging out of the tight t-shirt he wore. The
Ethan Wright I knew back in secondary school was a normal-looking, thin,
scrawny-looking nerdy kid with a tidy uniform and big glasses, while the man
staring back at me was a huge, muscular, handsome god! "Surprising isn't it?" He
said with a smirk. It was as if he could read my mind and tell what I was
thinking. "No, it's just that... The Ethan Wright I knew was..." "Was what?" He
took two steps towards me. "Weak? Easily bullied? A fool? Lovestruck?" He kept
on walking towards me. I stepped back in fright which made me fall back on the
bed. Getting up quickly, I shook my hands, stopping him. "Nerdish... I wanted to
say, nerd...ish," I said, dragging the word so he could understand. His smirk
told me that he wasn't yet convinced. "Look here, yes, I agree that some of the
words you used to qualify yourself were of the words that came to my head... But
trust me when I say lovestruck? Was not one of them". I let out a sigh of relief
when he stopped walking towards me. He just stared at me. Why was he staring at
me? And the look, it was so deep. Does he want to look into my soul or
something? I looked trying to fix my eyes on something that was not Ethan's
gorgeous face or muscular body. Think of something, Rachel... Yes! "You still
haven't explained why you saved me, because anyone could clearly see that I was
trying to kill myself, not some drunk ass looking for relief," I said as I
remembered that I could've been dead by now, then I wouldn't have to deal with
the repercussions of my actions, all of them. Ethan just stared at me, even
after I finished talking. Was there something on my face? I touched my face just
to be sure, but I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. "Is there something
on..." "Do you want me to help you?" He said cutting me off. "Rude." I muttered
under my breath but I could swear he heard it. Help me? "How can you help me?" I
scoffed. Ethan smirked again. "Do you think I'm the same Ethan Wright that you
knew in high school? The weak one?" He walked towards me again. "No..." I shook
my head putting out my hands in front of me. Why does he keep walking towards
me? The way he kept looking at me made my heart race wildly. "Let me phrase the
question again, why do you want to help me? You don't even know my plight. Let's
say you know, why would you want to help me? Like you rightly said, you were my
favorite pastime back in high school. I bullied you severally to the point you
had to leave school; that was all because of me. So why would you want to help
me now?" I finished my words and looked at the handsome man I'm front of me.
This is Ethan Wright This is Ethan Wright. This is f**king Ethan f**king Wright!
How did he get so rich? When I woke up, I was too preoccupied with the fact that
I was in an unknown place with an incredibly good-looking man to notice how
beautifully furnished the room I was in was. From the furniture to the walls
even the floor, everything was so exquisite. Or was he just a help? No, he can't
be just a help, I answered myself. His posture and aura say otherwise. How can I
just come to terms that this beautiful god was the piece of trash of yesterday?
Time does some people well, while for some others, it destroys them slowly, for
example, myself. When I was in high school and college, I was the queen bee, the
one all girls wanted to be like and all guys wanted to date, but I foolishly
picked David, and this was where my miserable life had brought me. Pitiful. I
shut my eyes realizing that I was really pitiful. Seconds passed but Ethan
didn't say a word. That got me worried so I opened back my eyes. I looked down
in shame. "You should have just let me die. I know a lot of people who want the
same thing, me dead, and for the first time in forever, I'm ready to give them
what they want; I want to be free, I want to be at peace!" I yelled. Some of the
terrible things I've done flowed back into my mind one by one. My eyes blurred
with tears when Ethan gave me no answer. Maybe he wanted the same thing the
others did, me dead. Even if he didn't want it now, I could bet there was a time
he did. I bowed my head feeling ashamed of my wrongdoings. Ethan walked towards
me and cupped my face in his large hands. Wiping my tears he said,"Let me help
you get revenge on each and every one of those people who hurt you." I've never
felt so touched by a person's words. But why was he helping me? What did he want
from me? "Why? What would you want in return?" I asked him in expectation. He
trailed his hands to my back and I flinched. Not only because of the way he
touched me but also because that was where I landed when David threw me across
the room when I tried to fight Lana. I saw the way he clenched his jaw when I
flinched. As if he knew I had been hurt and was feeling just as much pain. "I
don't want anything; I came back just to make a few people suffer; I'll just add
your enemies to the long list." "No, you must want something, anything. If you
can help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free."
Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request
might be. If it was something money could buy, I'd try my best to get it for him
even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something."
He said after thinking for a few minutes. "What?" I asked slowly. "Until you get
your revenge on David, Lana, and every other person you want, you will live
here." Live here as in...? I shook off the rest of the sentence from my head. I
didn't want to insinuate anything. "W... What are you saying?" I stammered
hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back, but
I missed a step and almost fell on the bed, but Ethan caught me holding me in
his muscular arms. "I want you to be with me!" My eyes widened in surprise, but
Ethan moved his face closer to mine... ...... ==== After a devastating divorce
with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her
life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her
anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of
the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But
they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after
she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just
about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most
unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he
always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make
him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying
to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so
handsome? What exactly does he want from her? Little did she know, he had been
silently paying attenion to her all along... What happens next? Available
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Chapter 1 Rachel's POV--Waiting for him "I'll be seeing him after a very long
time. I have to make everything perfect." I told my best friend Lana over the
phone. Today was the day David and I were finally going to consummate our
marriage. We had been married for three years, yet that man had never touched
me. As surprising as it sounds, it's true. Starting from the day David and I got
married, he had begun to act strange. On our wedding night, he just left and
came back the next day. We didn't even have a honeymoon. Well, all that was
going to change today. He would be coming back after his long business trip that
took almost six months, and I was ready. "Just don't stress yourself out. I know
how much you want today to turn out perfect, but..." Lana tried to say, but I'm
not hearing any of it. "Lana, if everything goes well, you'll be a godmother in
nine months. Isn't that exciting?" "Rachel... " I could feel the way Lana would
be shaking her head right now at my overexcited attitude. In the past few years
of marriage, I had been tormented several times by David's family asking for an
heir. None of them would believe that it wasn't my fault. David never touched
me! But today, today is the day I have been waiting for. It's David and my 3rd
marriage anniversary, and I'm ready to make it a blissful one. "Oh, I got to go;
I need to inspect everything; love you, Ana." I ended the call. Yes, today was
the day. Taking a deep breath, I headed over to the bedroom, where I had
meticulously arranged. There were rose petals on the bed arranged in a beautiful
big love sign, and by every corner of the room, candles, which I would light
later so they wouldn't burn out. The windows were draped in black linen, giving
the room a romantic vibe. Everything was set for my evening with David, my
husband. Just as I was about to leave the room to check on other things, I felt
my phone ring. Checking the ID caller, it was my husband, David. "Hello, honey,"
I called out shyly immediately I answered the phone. Despite the fact that we
have been married for years now, I still find it strange to call him sweet
endearment, but I did anyway. "Rachel, I'm sorry, but I can't come back home to
you tonight." What was that? My heart became heavy for two reasons. One, after
all my preparations, David won't be coming home, and secondly, David was with
someone. I could hear the m*an from the other side of the phone clearly. Was he
cheating on me? "Rachel... Yes uhm... I mean, Rachel, are you still there?"
David called out his voice a bit low-pitched because of how aroused he was. I
froze completely. David was cheating on me and had the guts to call me so I
could hear the m*stress voice. Before I knew it, the phone went off, but not
after several m*ans from both individuals in the room. My eyes filled up with
tears. This was not happening, I shook my head. I was still trying to recover
from what had just happened when I received a text message from an unknown
number. 'Come to Goldville Hotel, room 167,' it read. What was this? Who was
this? I couldn't think properly anymore. I picked up my bag and went to the car.
If I were in my normal senses, I would have questioned the text and probably
texted back to find out who texted me. I would have thought maybe it was a trap
or something like that, but my head was scrambled to the point I didn't care.
Arriving at the hotel, I went straight to the counter and showed them the text.
"Oh, you're the one." The lady at the counter looked at me suspiciously before
giving me the keys to the room. Again, if I was in my right mind, I would've
wondered why the lady said, 'Oh, you're the one,' as if she was expecting me. I
arrived at the room door. Reluctantly, I opened the door with the keys the
receptionist gave me. The room was dark, but I could still make out two figures
tangled together. "Da... David?" My voice shook. Not only my voice, but my whole
body shook when my eyes adjusted to the dark and I could make out the woman's
face. "Lana?" Lana quickly hid behind David. "Rachel, what... What are you doing
here?" David asked, trying to hide Lana from my view, but I already saw her. My
legs couldn't take it anymore, and I fell to my knees. "Lana? Of all the people
you could cheat on me with, you picked my best friend." I cried. My husband and
the woman who I could trust my life... "Rachel, it's... This... This is not what
it looks like," David said, trying to explain. Lana, who was still trying to
stay hidden behind David, also spoke up. "Yes, it's not... It's not what it
looks like." "Ok, then what is it? Let me tell you what it looks like. My best
friend and my husband were sleeping together!" I shouted, frightening Lana. She
should be scared. I got up from the floor and launched myself towards Lana to
rip her apart, but David stopped me. "How dare you try to lay your filthy hands
on her!" He shouted at me. I looked at him, clenching my hands to a fist to stop
myself from crying. "I'm your wife!" I shouted back. "You may be his wife, but
I'm the one he truly loves." I heard Lana say it from behind David. My body
shook furiously. "What did you just say?" "You heard her; she's the one I love.
I was going to have you sign the divorce papers today." My head began to spin.
Divorce? "No... No... We can't divorce; we've been together for 10 years, David.
We only got married three years ago, and you're choosing her over me." The tears
I've been trying hard to keep inside me began rolling down my eyes like a damn
water fountain. David went to a table by the corner to pick up some papers,
which he threw at me. "Now that you're here, it only makes this more easy. Sign
this and we're over." "No... " I shook my head. "We can't divorce; we... We can
fix this the both of us." I crawled to David, holding his knees as I begged. I
loved him enough to endure my ex's best friend's humiliating laughter. Lana
laughed, "Look here, Shelly. David loves me; he's only with you because of his
family. But sooner or later he's going to divorce you and marry me, so just sign
the papers." I looked up at my best friend-no, my ex-best friend-in tears.
Chapter 2 Rachel's POV--Divorced "You gold-d*gging, two-faced, stupid..." I was
about to rain down insults on Lana when David stopped me. He shoved my hands
from his legs and backed away. "I don't want to hear another word of insult from
your mouth to Lana again!" He yelled. "Now sign those papers and let me be free
from this bondage called marriage." His words hurt me more than anything.
Bondage? He thought our marriage was a bondage? I clenched my teeth tightly.
"No, I'm still not signing those papers." I said firmly, getting up from my
kneeling position, which I had kept for a while now. David smirked. Something
about the way he looked at me made me shiver. "You are going to sign those
papers; if not... the alliance between Hart Industries and Andrew Corporation
would be annulled." David stated. "What?" "I can't believe what is happening
right now." There's another reason why I couldn't afford to divorce David apart
from my love for him, and that was my parents. They would flip if they found out
David and I got divorced because their business wasn't doing well these past few
months, and my father had borrowed a huge amount of money from the bank. If the
alliance between both companies ends, so will everything they had. "No, you
can't do this. David, we've known each other for over seven years before we got
married; you can't do this to me." I cried, scratching my head with my hands. I
had forgotten to take off the makeup and hair accessories I had added to my hair
just to make myself up for this man in front of me who was threatening to end
everything I loved. "Rachel, come on. Sign the papers." Lana urged. She walked
towards me. "You..." I raised my hands, but David held it tightly. "Let go;
you're hurting me." I cried, but looking into his eyes, I saw no emotion.
"Please, David, I'll sign the papers." Hearing that he dropped my hands harshly.
I picked up the papers from the ground. "Here's a pen." Lana threw a pen at me.
Picking the pen up, I flipped the papers, signing everywhere signable. I knew I
was signing my death warrant, but I just didn't care. All I wanted right now was
to get out of this suffocating place. "There. I've signed everything." I threw
the papers on the ground. My eyes watered as I looked at David one last time,
but he didn't even as much glance at me, his eyes fixed on Lana. With tears in
my eyes, I rushed out of the hotel, looking like a mess. My heart was hurting
immensely. I loved David. I always had, ever since we were little, and this was
what I got in return. The pain made me drive even faster, speeding across the
road, driving like a madman. 'Ring ring.' "I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone
right now; call later," I shouted at the caller and was just about to end the
call when I heard my dad's voice. "How dare you speak to me like that, Rachel!?"
I heard my dad's loud, thundering voice from the phone. Quickly, I drove my car
to a stop. "Dad I..." "Save it. What's this I hear about you and David getting a
divorce...? No... What I heard is that you both divorced, today." The way my
father said it made me sure that he knew the truth, all he wanted to hear was
that it was false, but I couldn't just lie like that. "I'm sorry it's..." "What
is wrong with you, Rachel?! Why would you divorce David Hart!! You know the
state our family is in right now yet you still went ahead to divorce him!!!" He
shouted even from the phone I could feel how angry he was. "It's not my fault,
I..." "I don't want to hear it. If you have to beg David to take you back, then
do it. All I want to hear is that both of you are back together, if not, Rachel
I will disown you." My father threatened cutting the call brashly on me. This
was the first time in a long time I was feeling so helpless. I've always known
what to do, always been so meticulous in my actions, but now everything just
came crashing down on me. A wry smile came to my lips as I started the car
again. Begging David was not an option; he would never accept me back, no matter
how much I did. Which only means that my father would disown me, and knowing him
he would. I arrived at my destination soon enough and got out of the car. The
East River Bridge is a giant brick bridge that allows cars to pass through the
deep body of water beneath it. Peace. That was all I could think of when my eyes
were accustomed to the darkness, and I could feel the harsh wind on my bare
skin. I was wearing a thin strapped evening gown because I wanted to make the
night special for David. Thinking about it now, I was such a fool. I wanted to
get rid of the guilt and pain in my heart, the river offered so much peace that
I wanted to grab it. Such peace; if I entered the river, would I feel such
peace? The thought consumed me to the point that it took me a few seconds to
realize that I was already at the edge of the bridge. I only realized when the
harsh breeze intensified because I was so close to the edge of the river. If I
jumped right now, everything would be over. I wouldn't have to explain my
reasons why David divorced me; I wouldn't have to live with the fact that my
best friend slept with my husband and was happily gloating about it, both of
them being ex's now. I stood up straight and remained there, standing, lost in
thoughts, feeling betrayed by the world, weak, and unable to move forward. I
felt the wind in my hair, which had loosened up after I yanked the clip off in
frustration. Everything would just stop... I wouldn't hear my family blaming me
for losing a man like David who could help their business grow back up, I
wouldn't see Lana's happily ever after with David, I wouldn't feel the guilt in
my heart anymore, and the voice telling me everything was my fault would just
disappear. Slowly I closed my eyes, and let myself fall. 1 second 2 seconds 3
seconds After three whole seconds, there was no falling. I felt myself in a
rather warm and secluded place, like an arm was wrapped around me. I flickered
my eyes open, and then I saw him. A gorgeous man with glass held me. He had a
look of worry on his handsome face, an emotion someone had not looked at me with
in a very long time. "Are you okay?" His deep, masculine voice sounded in my
ears. Okay? Was I okay? I was anything but okay. In fact, I was so far from
okay. I tried to answer, but my mouth wouldn't open, my eyes still fixed on the
gorgeous intruder's face. But wait a minute, why does he look familiar? Before I
could wrap my head around what was going on, I felt my consciousness slipping
away, and then it all went dark. Chapter 3 Ethan's POV--You're Ethan Wright??? I
came down from the airport putting on my shades. I'm finally back in the
country; I have been gone for over seven years. "Boss." My driver and also
right-hand man, John, walked up to me and bowed. "Everything is ready for you,
Sir." He said and I nodded. "Let's get going, it's getting dark, and the wind is
picking up." John rushed to the backseat to open the door for me and closed it
back after I was seated. "Boss, it would be faster if we followed the bridge."
He advised, and I gave him a goal ahead. We were driving across the bridge when
I saw a thin, frail figure climbing onto the bridge's railing. "Stop the car." I
ordered and immediately got off, rushing to meet the said person. The figure was
just about to jump off the railing when I got to her, taking her thin body in my
arms. Looking down at her, my eyes widened in shock when I saw her face. Rachel
Andrews. Who also happens to be the main reason why I came back to the country.
What the hell did she just want to do? My heart skipped a beat, realizing that
if I had been even a second late, I would've lost her forever. "Are you okay?" I
asked her, but she just stared at me. Her gaze was like a child who had lost
everything. She kept her gaze on mine until her eyes slowly shut, then she lost
consciousness. "Rachel!" I called her, but there was no reply. "John! Start the
engine." ... I stared at Rachel's beautiful face as she slept. She looked so
peaceful, unlike someone who had just tried to commit suicide. It was my fault
and seriously, I didn't regret what I did. Her eyes flicked open slowly, she sat
up straight as soon as she saw me. "Where... Where am I?" She questioned,
looking around in fright. "You're in my house." I calmly answered, even though I
was anything but calm at the moment. "Your house?" She repeated looking at me
suspiciously. "Who are you?" So she didn't even remember me. I scoffed, trying
to fight back the surge of emotions that rushed through me when she asked who I
was. "Your savior."I curtly replied, walking away from her. "Savior? Who said I
needed saving? You should have just left me there." I heard her yell. Then I
heard shuffling noises. "What are you trying to do?" I stopped her just in time
before she could get down from the bed. "Leaving your house." She answered,
shaking my hands off, but I wouldn't budge. "I doubt you're in the right state
of mind to do something like that." "Let go of me." She struggled. "What is your
problem? Huh! You can't just stop me from leaving, or is this a kidnapping?" She
yelled. Her tone told me she was beyond frustrated. "It's not, but you have to
calm down, Rachel." I said trying to calm her down. She stopped for a moment,
then raised her eyes to mine. What was she thinking? If only I could read her
mind to know what she was thinking. "How do you know my name?" She asked,
glaring at me. Then it was as if something clicked in her brain. She looked down
and then at me, repeating the action a few times. "You know me? From where? What
do you want?" She asked all at the same time. I looked at her amusedly. What was
going on in that head of hers? Seeing my amused expression made her intensify
her glare. "If this is a kidnapping, I promise you there would be no money, you
just saw me trying to end my life, and trust me when I say I would've been
happily dead if it wasn't for you." Rachel muttered in between clenched teeth. I
clenched my jaw tightly. Is this how much she wanted to end her life? I opened
my mouth to speak when I heard a phone ring. Rachel looked around, my eyes
caught her bag and I gave it to her. She brought out her phone. F**k! I heard
her murmur. Who the hell could it be? "Where the hell are you!!!" Despite how
far I was from Rachel I could still hear the loud voice of the person from the
other side of the phone. Rachel stretched the hand that held the phone away from
her ear wincing at the loudness of her grandfather's voice. "Grandfather I..."
Rachel tried to explain, but the man wasn't giving her a chance. "How dare you,
child! Why would you agree to divorce your husband!" The man shouted again. Wow,
that man had a loud voice, I could make out everything he said despite being so
far away. Wait a minute, was she divorced? Was that the reason she tried to k*ll
herself? "It was he who divorced me grandfather, after I caught him cheating."
Rachel shouted back. Her husband cheated on her? My hands clenched to a fist. I
knew she was married, who didn't? The beautiful and resplendent Rachel Andrews
got married to her high school sweetheart, David Hart. Rachel went quiet, her
grandfather was probably still talking. And by the look on her face, he was not
saying what she wanted to hear. The emotion on her face went from anger, to hurt
in an instant. "What should I do? Grandfather, he cheated on me; David cheated
on me." Rachel's eyes turned red as she sniffled. My heart felt like it was
being pulled. I hate seeing her like this. Her grandfather stopped shouting
because I couldn't hear anything else he said. But whatever he said to her
definitely hurt her because her lips trembled, and she shut her eyes tightly to
hold back her tears. "No, I am not going to apologize to him; he should
apologize to me," Rachel said defiantly shaking her head. Does her family want
her to apologize to a man who cheated on her? "Arghh!" Rachel yelled. "What
happened?" I came forward to ask. She turned to me sharply, her glare made me
take a step back. "This... This is all your fault. If you had just let me die in
peace, I wouldn't be in this mess right now. Like seriously, what the hell is
your problem? Who in their right mind saves a stranger from committing
suicide?"She yelled. She was almost at the point of breaking down, but when I
went towards her, she pushed me away sharply. "By now I would be dead, free from
everything. From my failed marriage, from the disappointment my family felt
toward me, from the hate I feel towards myself, from the betrayal of my best
friend and my husband, everything would be all gone, but you..." She pointed at
me poking me in the chest. "...You just had to save me. Why would you save me?
Who said I needed saving huh? Why?" She yelled and I suddenly lost control of my
feelings. "You are no stranger to me, Rachel, and I would save you over and over
again no matter what the hell you put yourself through." My breathing stopped
realizing what I had just said. I almost admitted my feelings for her. Rachel
raised her head to look at me, shocked by what I had just said. "Who the hell
are you?" She asked stepping back a few meters away from her. I don't want her
to think I was a stalker or anything; for God's sake, I just came back to the
country today. It would be best if I just told her who I was, so I did.
"Ethan... Ethan Wright, your favorite pastime." I answered with a hint of
sarcasm. She thought for a moment before her eyes widened in realization. "No,
you can't be, are you... goggle glasses Ethan?" Chapter 4 Rachel's POV--Be with
me The gorgeous stranger just said he was my favorite pastime. What the hell
could be my fav... My God! I shook my head, as it dawned on me who this familiar
handsome man could be. "No, you can't be, are you... goggle glasses Ethan?" My
eyes widened even more when he nodded his head. This was goggle glasses Ethan?
What? "But you're not...This..." I became really confused. Ethan Wright, as he
called himself, was my favorite pastime, and he was right. Back when we were in
high school, there was a boy who I always picked on because of his big glasses,
which were always on his face, and that happened to be the gorgeous man in front
of me. "Unbelievable." I muttered. The Ethan Wright I knew back in secondary
school was a normal-looking, thin, scrawny-looking nerdy kid with a tidy uniform
and big glasses, while the man staring back at me was a huge, muscular, handsome
god! "Surprising isn't it?" He said with a smirk. It was as if he could read my
mind and tell what I was thinking. "No, it's just that... The Ethan Wright I
knew was..." "Was what?" He took two steps towards me. "Weak? Easily bullied? A
fool? Lovestruck?" He kept on walking towards me. I stepped back in fright which
made me fall back on the bed. Getting up quickly, I shook my hands, stopping
him. "Nerdish... I wanted to say, nerd...ish," I said, dragging the word so he
could understand. His smirk told me that he wasn't yet convinced. "Look here,
yes, I agree that some of the words you used to qualify yourself were of the
words that came to my head... But trust me when I say lovestruck? Was not one of
them". I let out a sigh of relief when he stopped walking towards me. He just
stared at me. Why was he staring at me? And the look, it was so deep. Does he
want to look into my soul or something? I looked trying to fix my eyes on
something that was not Ethan's gorgeous face or muscular body. Think of
something, Rachel... Yes! "You still haven't explained why you saved me, because
anyone could clearly see that I was trying to kill myself, not some drunk ass
looking for relief," I said as I remembered that I could've been dead by now,
then I wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of my actions, all of them.
Ethan just stared at me, even after I finished talking. Was there something on
my face? I touched my face just to be sure, but I didn't feel anything out of
the ordinary. "Is there something on..." "Do you want me to help you?" He said
cutting me off. "Rude." I muttered under my breath but I could swear he heard
it. Help me? "How can you help me?" I scoffed. Ethan smirked again. "Do you
think I'm the same Ethan Wright that you knew in high school? The weak one?" He
walked towards me again. "No..." I shook my head putting out my hands in front
of me. Why does he keep walking towards me? The way he kept looking at me made
my heart race wildly. "Let me phrase the question again, why do you want to help
me? You don't even know my plight. Let's say you know, why would you want to
help me? Like you rightly said, you were my favorite pastime back in high
school. I bullied you severally to the point you had to leave school; that was
all because of me. So why would you want to help me now?" I finished my words
and looked at the handsome man I'm front of me. This is Ethan Wright This is
Ethan Wright. This is f**king Ethan f**king Wright! How did he get so rich? When
I woke up, I was too preoccupied with the fact that I was in an unknown place
with an incredibly good-looking man to notice how beautifully furnished the room
I was in was. From the furniture to the walls even the floor, everything was so
exquisite. Or was he just a help? No, he can't be just a help, I answered
myself. His posture and aura say otherwise. How can I just come to terms that
this beautiful god was the piece of trash of yesterday? Time does some people
well, while for some others, it destroys them slowly, for example, myself. When
I was in high school and college, I was the queen bee, the one all girls wanted
to be like and all guys wanted to date, but I foolishly picked David, and this
was where my miserable life had brought me. Pitiful. I shut my eyes realizing
that I was really pitiful. Seconds passed but Ethan didn't say a word. That got
me worried so I opened back my eyes. I looked down in shame. "You should have
just let me die. I know a lot of people who want the same thing, me dead, and
for the first time in forever, I'm ready to give them what they want; I want to
be free, I want to be at peace!" I yelled. Some of the terrible things I've done
flowed back into my mind one by one. My eyes blurred with tears when Ethan gave
me no answer. Maybe he wanted the same thing the others did, me dead. Even if he
didn't want it now, I could bet there was a time he did. I bowed my head feeling
ashamed of my wrongdoings. Ethan walked towards me and cupped my face in his
large hands. Wiping my tears he said, "Let me help you get revenge on each and
every one of those people who hurt you." I've never felt so touched by a
person's words. But why was he helping me? What did he want from me? "Why? What
would you want in return?" I asked him in expectation. "I don't want anything; I
came back just to make a few people suffer; I'll just add your enemies to the
long list." "No, you must want something, anything. If you can help me get
revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free." Ethan went
quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it
was something money could buy, I'd try my best to get it for him even though I
was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something." He said after
thinking for a few minutes. "What?" I asked slowly. "Until you get your revenge
on David, Lana, and every other person you want, you will live here." Live here
as in...? I shook off the rest of the sentence from my head. I didn't want to
insinuate anything. "W... What are you saying?" I stammered hoping he wasn't
saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back, but I missed a step
and almost fell on the bed, but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms.
"I want you to be with me!" My eyes widened in surprise, but Ethan moved his
face closer to mine... ...... What happens next? Available chapters here are
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