Mr. Billionaire's Wife

chapter2

Kavya abruptly sat up in her bed, her heart hammering against her ribcage.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair and squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips wobbled as tears pooled behind her eyelids. No matter how much she tried to brush the haunting past away, the pain would always catch up.

Soon, droplets of salty tears fell from her eyes. She struggled to properly breathe, hiccuping for gasps of air. In the cold, dark, and lonely room, she broke down. She wished it was just a nightmare and not a memory from the past.

Her heart ached with the painful memories from two years ago. Surrounded by the country's top socialites, she was utterly humiliated and embarrassed. Her heart was torn into pieces, stomped on, and thrown into the ocean like trash.

Kavya still remembered the pain of watching the love of her life choose a woman he's known for less than a year over her. She had stood by his side for twenty-one years, wasting her youth futilely chasing after a man who never spared her a glance.

When he was too fatigued to bother with work, she took a position as Vice President of his company and worked her body to the ground. She expanded the company to its fullest potential. She did everything she could to support him, and he repaid her by cheating and ripping their marriage certificate.

Collapsing onto her bed, kavya stared at the bleak and endless darkness.

She swore she would forget the past and move on. To some extent, she did. But nightmares, like the one she just experienced, forced her to become aware of the painful past that would forever haunt her.

Malika... even her name sounded innocent and beautiful. Just like the characters of her name, she was an untouchable dream of a real-life Cinderella. Growing up in a pitiful family whose father left her at a young age, forcing her mother to single-handedly raise her, she had a very sad story. Her mother used to be a janitor in the Kashyap Corporation and after successfully pulling some strings, Malika was able to land a job as Armaan's private secretary.

By becoming his private secretary, she was with him 24/7.

Armaan's interest in her started with a naive and shy smile that seemed to light up the room. Armaan was unaware of her beauty and potential, which sparked his curiosity. Then that spark ignited a fire in Armaam's heart, and soon, Malika found herself with a priceless twenty-carat diamond ring.

Because the darkness allowed Kavya to reminisce without any distractions, she didn't hear the knocking from her door.

The light knock became harsher and louder. It echoed throughout the hollow, empty room. One knock turned into two, then three, then four, until it became excruciatingly rapid. Without warning, the door slammed open.

A beautiful woman strutted into the room, her hips naturally swaying side to side. Long, slender legs, seductive eyes, perfect body, it wasn't hard to see she was a world-renowned supermodel.

Aisha Singh Oberoi stopped in front of Kavya's bed with a scowl. She crossed her arms and glared down at her like a mother waking up her daughter for school. "Dhopahar k do baaje hai avi tak uthi nhi apni bistar pe ho (It's two in the afternoon, and you're still in bed)?!" She tugged and pulled at Kavya's blankets.

" honeybae please, mujhe thodi derr or sona hai (let me sleep a bit longer..)." Kavya mumbled, snuggling into her blankets.