Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Lotus’ P. O. V

Stepping into my car, I slammed the door shut, feeling the anger and hurt consume me. Maybe it was reckless or foolish, but I didn’t care. I needed to clear my head, to find some clarity amidst the chaos that had taken over my life. I didn’t want to call Stanley or any of my drivers now. No one can see me in this state. Not even my children.

Startlingly, a glimpse of light caught my eye. My gaze focused on the reflection in the rearview mirror, and there it was-a hickey mark on Peter’s chin, fresh and undeniable. It kept flashing in my mind and making me go crazy. The sight pierced through me, and I felt tears streaming down my face. How could he betray me like this?Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my vision blurred by my tears. The anger and sadness overwhelmed me, clouding my judgment. As I sped down the highway, my mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts. And then, before I could even react, a truck loomed ahead, closing in on me far too quickly. I tried to turn the car to stay off the path, but it was too late. I slumped back into the seat after a heavy collision.

Everything went black.

The bright lights of the hospital room stung my tired eyes as I painfully opened them. The memories of what I witnessed in Peter’s office came flooding back, causing a sharp ache in my chest. He wasn’t even making a move to make things right between us. Instead, he was trying to push me back. Why? How did this happen?

How could the man I was beginning to love act so cold and distant? Tears welled up in my eyes as I silently wept for the shattered dreams and promises. He knew how much pain I suffered with George and the heartbreak I faced when my family rejected me back then. All this just brought back those painful memories that made my gut churn.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Natasha entered. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as the tears brimmed further. She greeted me with a warm smile, her presence providing some solace in this overwhelming situation. “Lotus, my dear, how are you feeling?” she asked in a gentle tone.

I mustered a weak smile and said, “Physically, I am recovering. But emotionally, I am shattered.”

Natasha’s eyes filled with empathy as she sat down beside me. “I know this is painful, Lotus. But please, give Peter one last chance. Fight for your marriage, for your love. You can’t just let this affect everything you have worked for. I know, Peter, something must definitely be wrong. You have given almost all your life into this. You have made sure your relationship works. Don’t give up now, Lotus; you can do this.”

I sighed, contemplating her words. Did I still have the strength to fight for something that seemed so distant and unattainable? Does Peter still want me? Or was it all a joke to him? We got married, we made vows. Personally, I didn’t take it as a joke. It was very serious, and I knew that there was nothing I could do than to make sure I had done the best that I could.

Wiping away my tears, I nodded, agreeing to her plea.

When I was deemed well enough to leave the hospital a few days later, Natasha accompanied me back home. She assured me that Peter would also return that same day, giving us a chance to talk things through.

As we entered the grand mansion that was once a symbol of our love and dream, Natasha helped me settle the children, leaving the house to Peter and me. My heart trembled with a mixture of hope and fear as I waited for him to arrive. I dressed in his favorite dress he bought for me. Maybe that would give me some leverage or, better still, a lead.

Finally, the sound of the door opening echoed through the foyer, and Peter stepped inside. His usually handsome face was marred with a frown, his eyes holding a distant look. “Lotus, what’s the occasion?” he asked dismissively, unaware of how much his sharp words hurt me.

I approached him slowly, my voice trembling. “Peter, can we talk? I need to understand why you have been so distant. Everything has just been so confusing, and you aren’t making any moves to clear things. You are my husband, Peter. You swore to love me. Why are you doing this now?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his words like a knife to my soul, piercing through my being. “Our marriage was signed on a contract, Lotus. You should respect that and not ask for more than what has been agreed upon.”

My legs felt weak beneath me, and I slumped onto the floor. Tears streamed down my face, and I wept openly, unable to hide the pain any longer. “But I thought… I thought we shared something real, Peter. Something beyond a mere contract. You asked me for a chance. I believed you and gave you that chance. Is this what I received for trusting you so much, Peter?”

He stared at me coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “Feelings don’t matter, Lotus. We can’t let ourselves be deluded by emotions. It’s best for both of us if we accept our reality.”

A sob tore through my chest as I realized the depth of his detachment from me. The man I had hoped would love and cherish me had become a stranger, void of any compassion. I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces, the shards piercing my soul with every beat.  My heartbeat picked up.

“Peter, I got into an accident! You didn’t even take any move to check on me or come to visit me. All you are doing now is to tell me our marriage was just based on a contract?”

“Sorry about the accident. I’ll ask my doctor to visit you and check your health. Goodnight, Lotus.” I felt my knees go weak as I slumped on the floor.