My Unwanted Billionaire

I wipe my tears and walk upstairs to change out of my nightie. I quickly take it off and change into a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. I pick my keys from the table downstairs and take the elevator to the parking lot. I need to go to Amber’s place right now. I don’t know what to do, and she will be the best person to help.

I park my car in front of Amber’s place and walk up to her door. I try my best to keep my tears at bay so I can talk to her properly when I see her.

“Who the hell is knocking on my door this early in the morning,” Amber barks. She opens the door, and once she sees me, the frown on her face goes away immediately. “Eleanor, what’s wrong? What are you doing here so early? Why are you crying? Did something bad happen?” She asks, worried.

“Ja-Ja-a” I am hyperventilating, so it’s hard to talk with so many tears running down my face.

“Did something happen to Jason?” She asks, wrapping her arms around my shoulder. She walks us into her living room. I shake my head as a way of saying no but nod a second later as a way of saying yes. God, I need to stop crying so I can speak to her.

“Take a deep breath,” She says, rubbing smoothening patterns on my back. I follow her words and try to take a deep breath.

“Jaa-s-as-on,” I say, trying to speak but still find it hard to form words without crying. I give up and throw my phone at her.

“What do you w……….” Amber does not finish her statement as my phone drops from her hand. She knows my passcode, so she opened it once I handed it to her. The email was the last thing I looked at, so you will see it once you unlock my phone. “No, tell me what I saw is a lie. I don’t want to believe it,” Amber says, covering her mouth as her eyes widen in shock after seeing the pictures. This only makes me cry more as I see tears form in her eyes.

“It must be photoshopped,” She says, shaking her head. She must not want to believe it’s true too. I don’t want to believe it too. I take a deep breath and try to speak.

“They sent the address of the hotel they are supposedly at. I don’t know if I should go, Amber. I don’t know what to do right now,” I say, with my voice a little shaky.

“We are going there right now. Send me the address, I will drive,” Amber says, standing up to walk to her room. I grab her hand before she can enter her room.

“I am scared Amber, I am scared of what will happen if the pictures are not fake.”

“Don’t worry, I will be here to help you deal with it all the way through,” She says, patting her hands above mine.

“Thank you”

A few minutes later, Amber comes back dressed, and we leave her house. We drive to the address of the hotel sent to my phone. As Amber gives her keys to the valet, my handshake with every step we take to the elevator. I want that picture to be fake, but whoever sent it won’t be stupid enough to send me the details of this hotel; if they knew Jason was not in the room, they claim he is with Christine.

I hold Amber’s hand tight and hold back my tears as we walk to the room door. We arrive at room 205, and the door is open. That’s weird, but Amber does not care about that and burst into the room.

“Jason, how could you do this to Eleanor?” Amber says, glaring at him, who is sleeping on the bed.

Amber’s voice wakes Jason up from his sleep. His eyes widen when they land on me.

“Eleanor, why are you crying,” Jason asks, rubbing his eyes. “And why is your best friend in our room?”

I look at him, and no words leave my mouth as only tears flow down my face. I stare at him and the naked body beside him, who must be Christine’s

“Why, why” I finally manage to say

“Why what,” He asks, confused

“Why, Jason, why, I gave you everything. Why was I not enough” I scream at him as my head start to hurt from too much crying, and now I am screaming.

“What is going on?” Christine asks, waking up.

“Shut up, you bitch,” Amber growls at her. I am sure the only reason she has not ripped off her head is because she is angrier at Jason than her.

“Christine,” Jason says, shocked. “Where the hell am I?” Jason asks, looking around him, confused. I can’t believe he does not even remember how he got here. “Why the fuck am I naked?” Jason asks angrily at no one in particular.

“Was I not enough for you? Was I that bad in bed that you had to sleep with her?” I ask, as my chest starts to hurt from the pain I feel seeing Jason on that bed beside Christine.

“Eleanor, I know what it looks like, but I swear to you nothing happened,” Jason says, standing up from the bed with the sheets wrapped around his waist. I can’t believe he is naked.

“Then explain to me why the hell you are naked in bed with your ex-wife, and you don’t remember how you got here. There is only one explanation for that,” I say, feeling hurt and angry at the same time. I am hurt he cheated on me and angry at the same time.

“Even though I can’t remember how I got here or why I am naked, I swear to you. I would never cheat on you,” He says, trying to wipe my tears away, but I move away before he can touch my face.

“If you can’t prove you didn’t sleep with Christine, don’t ever show your face in front of me again. Amber, let’s go,” I say, pulling Amber’s hand so we can leave this place before I kill Jason and Christine for the pain I am going through right now.

Amber drives me home the whole ride. I can’t remove the images of Jason and Christine sleeping together. The more I think about it, the more my heart aches for what Jason did to me. Once Amber arrives at my house, I step out of the car and run inside the house.

“Eleanor, what are you doing here?” Uncle Jack asks as I pass him on my way to my room. I don’t bother answering him and walk straight inside my room.

I lock the door because I know he and Amber would want to comfort me, but I just want to be alone right now. I drop down to the floor and hug my knees to my body. I need to figure out why the love of my life would hurt me this way.

Things were fantastic between us; nothing was wrong, or am I the only one who thought nothing was wrong. Was I not good in bed as he expected. At least if we were not having sex, I could have said that’s the reason why he cheated.

I can’t believe Jason would cheat on me, and the worst part is he is denying it. I wonder why he is denying it. I am sure he is denying it so he can continue sleeping with Christine on the side and still be with me. I have heard of men that cheat even though they love you. I can’t believe I fell for such a type of man.

I am even stupid to think a player like Jason could be in a faithful relationship. I should know better than that. I feel so stupid right now. More tears flow out my eyes as I realize my stupidity has gotten me in love with the wrong man and caused me great pain from dating him.

I come back to earth when I hear a little commotion from the living room. I quickly unlock my door and open it a little to check what’s happening.

“I don’t think Eleanor wants to see you right now,” Uncle Jack says, frowning at Jason. He must have followed Amber and me as soon as we left the hotel.

“I know what you heard, but I swear to you I didn’t cheat on Eleanor. I know everything points that I did, but you need to believe me. I did not cheat on Eleanor,” Jason says

“Why, should we believe the words of a man who has not had a girlfriend in 13 years,” Amber says,

“I know my past is not great, but it does not mean I would go and sleep with my ex-wife I haven’t seen in 13 years because I had too much to drink. Please let me see Eleanor. I need to tell her I didn’t cheat on her and make her stop crying,” Jason pleads.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“As Eleanor said, if you can’t prove you didn’t sleep with Christine. You shouldn’t come and speak to her. So leave,” Amber says,

“Eleanor, sweetheart, please believe me. I swear I didn’t do it. The pictures are lying. I don’t even know how they were taken,” Jason says, locking eyes with me. I didn’t know he saw me.

A part of me is saying I should believe his words, but the video I got is making it hard. The first email was actually a video, and words can’t explain how my heart broke to a million pieces while I watched it. The way I cried on the way home after watching the video was so much I feared for my life. My heart bled all the way. My heart broke every time I heard Christine moan Jason’s name, and Jason does her. I don’t even know how I am standing here looking at him and not killing him for causing me such pain.

“Jason, leave my house. I never want to see you again in my life. I regret the day I met you,” I say and bang my room door.

I fall to the ground and hug my knees to my body again. I bite my lips to muff the sound of my whipping. I don’t want to cry. Jason does not deserve my tears. I shouldn’t cry for a man that would hurt me the way he did, but I can’t stop. I don’t have control over my feelings right now, so I let them free.

I scream at the top of my lungs as my heart continues to ache and tears flow down my face like a waterfall. I let myself cry and grieve my broken heart that was murdered today by Jason’s betrayal.