The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife

Chapter 01

"Bruce! Bruce!" Lyra's voice cracked with tears as she chased her husband down the stairs. He didn't stop. He didn't even look back.

"Bruce, please!" She pleaded, scrambling after him until she finally caught up. She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Please, look at me for once! I'm your wife!" Her voice broke, but he only looked at her with scorn.

"Woman! Get out of my way!" he shouted angrily.

"Bruce, please... even if it's just for once, touch me. I'm your wife." She reached for him, desperation plain in her eyes, but he jerked away as if her touch burned him.

"Hi."

It started with this.

* 2 Months Later *

Lyra stretched lazily, eyes still shut, lying in bed. Her hand reached across the sheets, searching for warmth. He wasn't there. Not that she expected him to be.

She finally struggled into a sitting position, yawning sleepily. Her eyes moved to the empty space on the right side of the bed. Truly, he was gone.

Yet, he sure had a way of putting a smile on her face. She blushed heavily and fell back onto the mattress, hugging a pillow to herself as she thought about what to text back.

She sat up abruptly and began typing. *You sure know how to make me blush. Thanks so much, baby, and good morning. I love you.* She hit send, grinning, then dropped her phone onto the bed.

It had only been two months since she found her anonymous lover, yet she could honestly say they were the best days of her life.

She slipped out of her nightwear and made her way to the bathroom. This was exactly why she had fallen so hard for him. He cared for her. He said the sweet things she had never imagined her husband, Bruce, would ever say.

He sent her morning wishes, night wishes, called, and texted her all day despite having a tight schedule. But Bruce would never do any of that. He hated her. He had never shown her an ounce of affection; he was only head over heels for her twin sister, Ella.

Her mind flashed back to the horrific scene she had witnessed years ago.

*** 2 Years Ago ***

She had gone to visit her parents without a car—a decision she quickly regretted. She had pleaded with Bruce to come pick her up, but he ignored her and simply hung up. She had no choice but to walk home in the rain, drenched to the bone.

After struggling against the storm, she finally reached the door to their bedroom. That was when she heard them. Moans.

Her ears felt like they weren't hers at that moment. She pushed the door open and was met with a horrific scene. She felt the life sucked out of her as her handbag slipped from her numb fingers. She took a few stumbling steps backward and fled out of view, crying until her eyes burned. The man she loved so much was there, mercilessly making love to her twin sister—something he had never done to her.

They had been married a year. He had never touched her, yet right in front of her, he was doing exactly what she had always wished he would do to her... but with her twin instead.

But now, her love for him was fading gradually. She was falling for her anonymous lover. Though she had never set eyes on him, she didn't care. She had fallen deeply for this man because, at least, he cared about her. At least he loved her too.

She walked out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, drying her hair. The hairdryer sat on the nightstand ready for use. She grabbed it, switched it on, and finished drying her hair.

Once dressed, she left the room, phone in hand. She was always careful with her phone, making sure to take it wherever she went.

"Morning, ma'am."

"Morning, ma'am."

The maids greeted her as she passed. She waved back, a bright smile playing on her lips.

The staff were getting used to seeing her smile. This had been going on for two months now. Normally, in the early months of her marriage to Bruce, she had always worn a sad look. She hardly responded to greetings, lost in thought. Her husband treated her poorly, and she was constantly bothered.

But now, it seemed she had learned to live with it. She was a totally different person. She wore an *I don't care* look whenever Bruce ignored her. Some maids thought she was cheating on her husband; others were just happy she had decided to live without that constant sadness.

Her phone dinged. She smiled, setting it beside her plate. Her fingers moved quickly as she typed a reply. *Spaghetti Bolognese.* She hit send. She almost put the phone down but decided against it, typing a quick follow-up. *You should work too. Bye, will chat later.* She sent it with a love emoji.

She dropped her phone and let out a small sigh before resuming her meal.

Later that night, Lyra lay on her stomach on the bed in her nightwear, legs kicked up in the air, jiggling playfully. A big smile was plastered on her pretty face. She was on her phone as usual, but this time she was on a call with her lover.

They didn't do video calls, only voice calls and chats. He had decided to keep his identity secret, and she had agreed. She didn't care about not seeing his face. At least they were in love.

"Come on, Bryan. We both know he's probably at my sister's house. Probably screwing the hell out of her. He doesn't care, and strangely, neither do I." She laughed, and Bryan chuckled on the other end.

"You know we're dating, right?" Lyra asked teasingly. He chuckled again.

"Bryan, I..." Lyra was about to reply when a loud bang at the door interrupted her.

"Hey. He's back. Bye," Lyra whispered hurriedly.

"Alright. Bye," Bryan said. She hung up.

Lyra stood up immediately, adjusting her slightly short nightgown. She rushed to the door and unlocked it. Bruce pushed angrily from the other side. The door slammed into her chest so hard she let out a loud wince.

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