My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Oliver stared at his phone, utterly bewildered.

He squinted at the screen again, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"What are they doing with the suitcases?"

Before he could process it, Jake piped up, "Are they planning to run away? Looks like they're fully prepared."

Jake's words nearly pushed Oliver over the edge. He yelled in frustration, "That's impossible!"

Oliver frantically dialed Marisa's number again, muttering to himself, "They must have misunderstood, thinking Lewis is coming after us. They don't know that I've already worked it out with him. He's not going to hold a grudge, not after we talked things through. That has to be it…"

He fumbled with his phone, desperate to tell them everything was fine. "I'll explain everything. They don't have to move out."

But as the call went through, no one picked up.

Melissa stood there, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Maybe they're too busy packing to answer your call. Why don't you try your driver?"

Melissa hadn't expected Oliver to have set up Marisa with such a lavish house. Not only did she have a driver, but four servants as well.

This wasn't the typical mistress setup—she was living like a second wife!

Thinking back to when she and Jake were kicked out with nothing, Melissa seethed with anger. Oliver had been so heartless, not giving them a cent, and now Marisa was living in luxury.

She glanced at Oliver and sneered, "Go on, make the call. See what happens."

on Marisa and dialed his

picked up

Marisa she doesn't need to pack. Just come

was a brief pause on the other end. "Sir, I don't think we're

"What are

looks like we're

dare

now. "Put Marisa on

call. We have things to do, so we're going to have to

driver's words sent a surge

up, Marisa and Selena would

you hang

There was a pause.

rage, "I pay your salary. You do as I say! Bring the car

And for that, I want to thank you. You helped me take

disbelief. "What are you talking

saying thanks for the help before, but now that you're broke, we won't

respond,

opened the security camera feed on

the car and casually glanced toward the camera, giving

to the trunk and began loading the suitcases into the car. When he was done, he sauntered over to Marisa,

warmly

three of them—Marisa, Selena, and the driver—turned toward the

they all got into the car, and the driver