The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Vanessa

Even after I tighten the grip on my phone as I look down at the screen, my hand still trembles. I don't recognize the phone number used, but it's an obvious message from Carmella. She's topless and right on top of Dominic, laying her head on his bare chest while he's fast asleep.

She smirks right at the screen and that only makes her follow-up text message feel like she's rubbing it in my face even more

"HE'LL ALWAYS BE MINE, BITCH!"

This whole time, I had a feeling that something like this might have been going on, but I didn't want to think about it, only because I was certain he would never go back to her. How could he do this after what she did? How could he go back to her knowing the type of person she is?

The more I stare at the picture, the more I hear my heart pound faster and it's louder than my heavy breathing.

I toss the phone aside, trying to compose myself but I'm unsuccessful as I can't stop thinking about it. It occupies my mind so much that I'm not in the mood to read anymore, so I roughly pull out the drawer, drop the book inside and roughly shove it back in.

Even after I curl up in a sleeping position, I can still feel myself tremble with rage as I laugh at myself for even feeling this way. What did I think was going to happen between the two of us?

I might only be thinking about my father right now, but it doesn't mean my feelings for Dominic faded away.

Only because I have a meeting in the morning with my new management team, I try to get some sleep and stop thinking about what I just saw, but it's easier said than done. Carmella got what she wanted and she couldn't wait to show off.

I look at Dominic's side of the bed, my vision a little blurry from the tears almost rolling down the side of my face. This is the first night that I sleep alone in our bedroom. It feels so empty and I hate it, but there he is, sleeping comfortably in her bed.

I barely got any sleep last night but thanks to my makeup, I easily hide the tiredness around my eyes while in the meeting, one which Dominic should've been part of.

I sit at the head of the table in the boardroom, facing the large screen like I'm paying attention but I only keep seeing flashes of the message Carmella sent to me. I even imagine the two of them in each other's arms and it makes me shake my head a few times.

The project manager leading the presentation then says, "Is there a problem, Mrs Richards?" She sounds a little nervous.

I sigh. "Not at all. Please continue."

only now that I realize she must have thought that was

hurts me so much that I'm about to lose a grip on myself, but no,

hard not to let my feelings get in the way, I

mind but this time, I pay them no attention. Getting this hair

the end of it, I look down at my phone. There's still no word from Dominic and I pinch myself, realizing I need to stop doing this,

takes longer than I expected, which I don't mind

the delicious food at the classy restaurant, I'm on the phone with my

too." I force a smile, not as enthusiastic as I want

without Dominic being present.

eyebrows. "When did he tell you

a few

says that Dominic was on the phone with my father-in-law, discussing a large transaction involving Project

to everyone but me and that only raises more

spending the day with my father and getting to know the new live-in

the front yard and I press my fist hard into

as I walk into the living room

brace myself as I head to

how I should

seem jealous and hurt by the fact that he

a deep breath as I

hair

could go a whole day

the door behind me and I

the table on the other side of the room, then place the palm of my hand on its surface as I begin to take

finally says while still