Billionaire ex-husband craves me back
Sophia's life turns upside down when her husband, Donald, leaves her for his childhood love. Heartbroken and alone, she's forced to confront the harsh reality that her marriage was a sham. But as she digs deeper, she discovers a shocking truth – her entire life has been a lie.
The people she trusted, the memories she cherished, everything was a carefully constructed facade. Her biological father, a billionaire, has been searching for her, and she's forced to confront the dark secrets surrounding her mother's tragic death.
With her emotions raw and her trust shattered, Sophia must navigate this new reality and make a choice: forgive and forget or fight for what's rightfully hers. Will she find love again or will the secrets of her past destroy her future?
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Chapter 1
Sophia's POV
It's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting all alone in our big house. Donald, my husband had gone to work and won't be back until later in the day. The snow from outside was still falling hard. It's always been like that every Christmas Eve here in Marquette.
"Hey Sophia," Mr. Jack said as I picked the call, "we can't make it today due to the weather."
"Oh, alright." I responded.
"You take care, okay. We'd surely be there tomorrow," he said then quickly added, "Evelyn send her regards, bye."
Afterwards, there was silence. I was tempted to call my parents. But I guess they don't even want to talk to me. It's been years yet they still haven't forgiven me for marrying Donald.
I took a sip of the hot coffee as the memories came back to me. They didn't acknowledge me marrying Donald. Their reason was funny. Well, maybe not to them, but it is to me. They told me I can't marry Donald because he's of a higher social class? That's an inferiority complex at its peak, isn't it? I had gone ahead and disregarded their reason. And they had cut off all ties with me.
I placed my mug on the table and watched briefly the unending snowflake from outside. Now was the time that I wish I had friends here in Marquette. Since I got married to Donald, Christmas had always been celebrated with just his family.
Donald and I had no friends either. At least not that I know of. So I was all alone sitting in the big mansion, gently sipping my coffee. Luckily, Donald should be home soon.
I decided to watch some news to keep myself busy after sending another text to Donald. There had been a car accident according to the news. I watched keenly to know all the details. The accident had happened not too far from Donald's company. I looked outside again to see it was snowing even harder.
"He's going to be okay," I said, assuring the baby in my womb. "Maybe the meeting with Anderson isn't going too well."
Anderson is a family friend and also Donald's business partner.
Some moments later, I checked my phone and there was still no reply from Donald. I was becoming worried. There was a noise from downstairs so I strolled down to confirm. I sighed in relief as I saw Donald was back and was eating his meal.
"Welcome home honey." I said, my face lighting up.
"How was your day?" I added thoughtfully.
He grunted in response. Immediately I saw him take the first bite of the turkey, I noticed the irritation in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a concerned tone.
"This rubbish you served as my food," he said, looking at me with sharp, cold eyes.
I felt a knot in my stomach. "What do you me-an?" I stuttered.
He gestured to the plate, his lips formed into a thin line. "This turkey is spoiled. Can't you taste it?"
I took a tentative bite. Then, my face scrunched up at the foul taste. "I'm sorry, I didn't taste it before serving you. The maid cooked it before vacation, I just re-roast the turkey."
Donald's expression darkened. "You never do, do you? You're always so careless."
I felt a surge of defensiveness. "It's just because of the baby, I-"
"Don't use the baby as an excuse." The words escaped his lips in a growl. His hands are fisted beside him.
"Please Donald, I don't want to fight." I pleaded, trying to avoid the whole drama.
A soft chuckle broke on his lips. "Fight? No one is fighting. I'm just sick and tired of your dirty tricks."
"What tricks are you talking about?" I probed, staring at his face.
He jerked up from his seat, his hands fisting. "How you fooled everyone to marry me. Including my mother! You are the perfect daughter-in-law to them, but I saw through your charade. I only honored my mother's dying wish to marry you–"
"Don't, please..." I begged, not wanting him to continue as his words were beginning to sound hurtful.
And that moment, he stormed away, heading towards his room. His words played in my mind as I went straight to the kitchen to prepare his favorite meal–hamburger and cheese.
I had first met Donald while he came shopping. I was the one who attended to him. He sounded so cool and I immediately fell in love with his aura. He had been frequenting the mall then but I didn't know how to tell him.
On a particular day while at work. There was a power outage and I was stuck in a lift with a middle-aged woman. The woman had a claustrophobic attack and I had done my best in helping, until she got medical attention. The woman whose name was Mary, turned out to be Donald's mother. She had taken a liking to me and must have noticed the way I feel about his son. Mary had ensured Donald and I married before cancer took her away.
I was already used to Donald's attitude so what he said didn't bother me much. Instead I focused on making sure his meal was quickly prepared. I was still in a rush when I mistakenly flipped the pan and the hot oil poured on my legs.
"Ouch!" I cried out as the hotness of the oil burned deep into my skin.
Donald rushed into the kitchen, a look of worry on his face. His upper body was bare as he seemed to just have his bath as his jet black hair was tousled in a sexy kind of way. My eyes trailed his broad chest down to his packs and I felt my heart beat fast.
Immediately he confirmed I was okay, he turned back and headed out of the kitchen leaving me frustrated. I cursed in my mind as I stepped out from the kitchen to serve his meal.
Who was I fooling? I was upset. He didn't care about me, he only rushed out because of the baby. I should have known that he didn't care in the first place.
As I stepped into the dining area, I saw Donald smiling widely while he stared at his phone. Donald only smiles once in a blue moon so that seems to pique my interest. What was he smiling about? Was he talking to a lady? That must have been the reason he had been coming home late recently.
He was still smiling at his phone and that made my blood boil. He didn't even notice I had served his meal at the diner, or was she back?
"Your meal is getting cold." I called out to him, as I couldn't hold it any longer.
He looked up at me and the smile on his face disappeared. It had been replaced by the cold, distant gaze I was now used to.
"There would be no need for that." He said, then added. "Have this!"
His hands were stretched out to me with a blank, brown envelope. I was tempted to ask what the content was as I moved closer to collect it. Did he get a Christmas gift for me?
I opened the seal and what I saw got me shocked and confused at the same time. A divorce paper? This must be a joke, right?
"What's this?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"You are not blind," he said, sounding irritated.
"Why?"
"Seriously? You are asking me why?" He stood up, leaned closer to me. "I only married you to make my mother feel happy, now that she's gone I have no business with you."
"Don't do this. Think about us. What happened to what we have built?"
"That's where you are wrong, Sophia. It's time you wake up from this dream. There's no us, why don't you still get it," he said without a hint of emotion.
"Laura is back, she's the only woman I ever loved."
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9.7
"Be my wife for eight months and I will save you from this hell. But if you fall in love with me? I will destroy you."
She wasn't sold for a price. She was lost in a bet.
A dark deal made in the shadows between a father who sold his own daughter without thinking twice and the man who runs the Blackwood empire. The CEO who doesn't just own money. He owns the city. He owns the law. He owns the men and their fates.
She was just a normal designer until she became his wife on paper. A wife to a man who knows no mercy. A man who never loses a deal. A man who refuses to let the woman carrying his name be weak.
Eight months. A marriage with no love. Strict rules. Forbidden feelings.
But what happens when the deal turns into a deep hunger? What happens when the contract becomes a cage? What happens when she finds out that running away from her father put her in the trap of a man who is a thousand times more dangerous?
Her father sold her in a bet. And her only escape was the man who owns the city.
8.4
I was the "diamond" of the Sargent Foundation, a perfect orphan polished for the cameras and high-society galas. But beneath the glittering chandeliers, I was suffocating. When the pressure finally broke me and I tried to flee the Sargent Gala, I wasn't met with comfort. I was hunted down by security and dragged into a sterile, white-hot spotlight in a room I was never allowed to enter.
Adrien Sargent, the cold-blooded CEO who controlled my every move, didn't want to help me. He wanted to devour me. He presented a legal cage: sign over my voting shares for his unethical hostile takeover, or he would have my only friend—the elderly butler who raised me—killed in his nursing home bed.
I became a prisoner in the East Wing, stripped of my phone and watched by hidden cameras. During a midnight storm, I tried to steal a security card to escape, but Adrien caught me in his study. Reeking of whiskey and corporate rage, he didn't just stop me. He pinned me to his desk and branded my neck with a bite so deep it bruised, treating me like a thief who deserved to be claimed.
The next morning, the house turned into a battlefield of lies. His PR consultant tried to claim she was the one in his bed, but Adrien found a pearl button from my pajamas under his desk. He didn't feel guilt; he felt violated. He accused me of orchestrating the entire encounter to blackmail him, his eyes filled with a terrifying, possessive fury.
When his grandmother caught us, she didn't see a victim; she saw a liability. To save the family stock price, she gave us an ultimatum: marriage.
"I’ll do it," I said, looking at the massive diamond ring that felt more like a shackle. Adrien thought he had finally broken me, but he didn't know about the encrypted file I just received. The corporate crisis he’s fighting was an inside job, and the trail leads straight to his own front door.
I looked at my new husband on our wedding night and let my silk dress hit the floor. He thinks he’s trapped a rabbit, but I’ve just gained total access to his world. I will sleep with the enemy, learn every dark secret he’s hiding, and then I am going to burn his empire to the ground.
7.1
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.
On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."
Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."
Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.
"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."
Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.
I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.
"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."
9.8
Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods.
He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together.
On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back.
Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia."
She walked away, and Ryan fell apart.
Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him."
Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."
9.4
Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."
7.0
For six years, I was the obedient, pathetic girlfriend of Arron, the adopted heir to the terrifying Mayer empire.
But on the night of a major party, he abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated and alone in a hotel penthouse.
While I was crying in the bathtub, a splitting headache suddenly unlocked a terrifying truth. I wasn't just a discarded girlfriend; I was living inside a scripted corporate thriller. I was the disposable side character destined to be crushed by the Mayer family, driven to despair, and drowned in the freezing Hudson River so Arron and his new love could have their happy ending.
My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them.
"When he gets bored and throws you out, you'll be worse than a stray dog."
Arron's cruel warning echoed in my mind, but the phantom feeling of freezing water closing over my head completely burned away my pathetic love for him. Why did I have to die just to be a stepping stone for the man who threw me away like trash?
I refused to be a tragic victim. Looking at the broken gold watch chain I had just ripped from the coat of Cassius Mayer—Arron's ruthless, untouchable billionaire father—a cold calculation took over. Since Arron wanted to ruin me, I was going to use the most feared man on Wall Street to tear their empire down from the inside.