Bye The Begging Ex-I Married the Elite Billionaire

SCARLET'S POV

I was holding the divorce papers in my hand which I got prepared with my best friend Phoebe. I sighed flipping the pages and my eyes glued to the bottom of the last page where mine and Joshua's name was mentioned and we had to sign.

I bit my tongue to shush down any bitterness that would be trying to surface at breaking of this marriage that lasted for three years. At the thought of number of years, I had spent in this marriage fooling myself by this man had zipped my lips, a stinging feeling in my heart. I was left with resentment and harshness, whenever I recalled the conversation I had overheard by mistake.

My trip to Chicago was meant to be a surprise for my husband for our upcoming wedding anniversary, an event I was preparing a lot and cherished despite never receiving the same attention and excitement from my husband.

As always, this year he was also busy with his duties and had gone to Chicago, therefore, this year I decided to do something different and instead of waiting for him to arrive, I landed on the land he was currently only to left with surprise instead of doing it to him.

I knew in which hotel he was staying, hence not wasting any time. I was soon standing on the floor his room was. I didn't have to struggle much to find his room, as it was next right to the room in front of the elevator door. With broad smile on my face and giggling inwardly thinking about his shocked face, I stepped closer to his room only to find it unlocked, a little space not enough to peek inside but helping in hearing the voices of people inside.

I recognized the voices instantly; one was Joshua and other was his friend Tom.

"As a friend I would suggest you to not spoil another wedding anniversary like this. It will only thicken the wall between you and Scarlet" my brows knitted after hearing those words.

Not spoil another anniversary, the word spoil another hinders on my mind, what does Tom mean by this, Joshua deliberately avoids the wedding anniversary? A quick thought swept into my mind, raising doubts and questions. I halted my steps and hid behind the door waiting for Joshua's response only to hear his weary sigh. My hand tightened around the lock when again Tom's word hit my ears.

"That's an insult to her sincere feelings for you" I pressed my lips; my heart was on the verge of falling. The commotion and silence of my husband was telling me, I was not gonna hear something good.

"I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I am helpless. My little attention to Scarlet will distance me from her and I can't take a risk of losing her." His weak voice was strong enough to shatter my heart, my hand on lock trembled, raising a big question about who is that her, in front of which my powerful husband lacks all his strength.

"Don't tell me, by her you are referring to Rosie Edward" Tom seemed much more aware of Joshua's life than me, a sad smile took place on my face, and I looked at the ceiling. There was no point in standing here anymore, going inside would be utter humiliation by my own hands. Hence, I quietly took my steps away from his room and flew back to New York, my husband was still unaware that I came to surprise him and was left startled by him.

The pain was unbearable, I knew Joshua had liked a woman in past but didn't know who she was, however, I never assumed or could have even thought about Rosie for a blink even, because of the relation she shared with us. Woah! Love from my married life was already being looted by my sister-in-law and I wasn't even aware of this.

The truth had shaken me to my core resulting I was having high fever at my return but there was a lot for me to think and realize and soon I had reached to the conclusion, but my action was postponed due to the sudden death of Joshua's eldest brother Frank Hughes.

Frank Hughes was the spoiled brat of Hughes family and was allowed to do as he wanted, his marriage to Rosie Edward was his own choice and they spent all their time utilizing the wealth of Hughes without any care.

After the funeral, I left the cemetery looking forward to going home and resting. I have barely gotten any sleep these days and now it felt that my body, who forcibly was being dragged all these days would collapse any moment, hence, I quickly got into the car and asked the driver to take me home, Hughes plans seemed different and I didn't have energy to join them anymore.

Before the car started to drive, Joshua opened the door. His tall figure bent to look at me. I had already glimpsed the presence of Rosie and her son Jeremy; I doubted what my husband was up to now.

"Can you take them home with you?" I looked straight into his eyes quietly.

"Mom and dad are not letting it slide, let them stay our house for few days until things settle at Hughes house" his words stretched my lips to smirk, my eyes flickered to Rosie who was standing taking shield of my husband. She had no grief of losing her husband in accident, while I was debating on my response, her and Frank's son hopped in the car as if he owned it, leaving no room for me to say anything.

The drive back home had left me cold and bitter, now that I was aware, I could see how much Joshua cared for her. To save her from wrath of his family, he was willing to compromise his dignity.

After getting home and taking shower to freshen up, I called back Phoebe after seeing her missed calls on my phone.

"Your documents are ready" she had been the best divorce lawyer in town and when I had made the decision, she was the first person I contacted.

"Thanks, can you arrange a delivery of them to my address?" I sat down on the edge of my bed, brushing my hair with my fingers.

"Are you sure about your decision Scarlet?" she was hesitating, knowing my feelings for Joshua but that was past now, I won't let anyone leave a scar on my heart forever.

"My husband satisfies himself through picture of another woman, what is left for me to think after that?"

I was stunned after hearing my own words but at the same time it wasn't a lie.

No woman as a wife would accept it that her husband didn't touch her but satisfied himself using pictures. It was a shame for a woman who shared a bed with a man and still wasn't being touched by once when the man was her own husband. Unfortunately, I was that woman.

After learning about Joshua's love for Rosie and getting back home, the first thing I did after taking medicine was going into his study room and opening the locked drawer where he had kept that picture. When my eyes darted at the photo, it wasn't me like he claimed when I once caught him pleasuring himself looking at the picture, instead it was Rosie, smiling and looking bright with her fair complexion and blonde wavy hair.

I held the picture in my hand and fell to my knees in humiliation.

"I don't want you to get hurt for my desire, hence I use your picture and fulfill my desire like that," his words echoed in my ears. My eyes wandering at every piece in the room, as if they were all laughing at me for my foolishness and stupidity to believe his words. Tears rolled down, he shouldn't have made me a laughingstock, right now I was avoiding my own stare, feeling shame after the truth had been exposed.

Phoebe didn't waste anytime to bring those documents to me, and I grazed my finger on his name while skimming through them.

Joshua was the best friend of my brother Larry Morris, and because I was used to tagging along with my elder brother, I knew all his friends, but Joshua was the most polite, gentle and soft temper among all of them. As a child I always wondered if marrying him would be wonderful, it turned out as it was the most regrettable decision of my life.

"Ma'am!" I was lost in the past for a while when our maid pulled me out of it with her concern filled voice, wrinkles on her face deepen when she caught my attention.

"What is it Aunt Molly?" I always respected her because of her age; despite her being a servant.

"The frame of your family picture that you kept at the side table of your bed is ruined by Jeremy," she was hesitating, feeling fear while speaking. I sighed. I left the room open as usual to attend Phoebe and he entered without my permission. I wasn't willing to waste my energy on teaching him basic manners, but I froze when my eyes caught the picture that I had treasured, as it was the only family picture left after my parents died in an accident.

It was torn from corners, losing its original look. I snatched the picture from her hand and climbed up stairs. Rosie was leaving my room, holding hand of her son.

"What were you doing in my room?" I had no empathy with her; my words got cold without any effort.

"It is my home now" instead of her, the four year old kid answered me and my brows lifted at his response, from where did he get this confidence.

"Uncle Joshua had promised me that he would take care of me and mom just like my daddy did for us" I should have known, my eyes flickered to Rosie who was standing nonchalant having no intention of scolding her son or stopping him, therefore, I took the charge of it.

"Do you know, the kids who ruin other people's things, their toys don't like them and when the kid sleeps at night they pick him up and throw him out of the house to feed them to monsters" just like a normal child, he started crying and his mother shot dagger at me.

"You don't have to go that far to scare a child." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I wouldn't have to do that only if you have taught your child well" I entered room leaving them behind.

Later that night I stood in front of the window, when I heard Joshua's car horn, but it wasn't only me who heard. Jeremy and his mother even came out to greet him and were warmly enveloped in his arms. My heart sank at the sight, they were acting like a complete family already I gulped and averted my gaze from window.

In a short while he entered the room giving me disapproving look, no hi no hello, just an annoyed and irritating stare.

"You scared Jeremy" without any fear, I affirmed, pointing to the picture resting on a side table, which before few hours was fitted in a beautiful frame enhancing the looks of my table.

"It's the only one I had left with and he torn it"

"I apologize on behalf of Jeremy. It's my fault, I should have asked you first about what happened" he came forward, softening his tone. He extended his hand to ruffle my hair, but I stepped back. He had sensed my displeasure and was quick to offer a compensation.

"You'll give anything I'll ask?" he nodded, willing to compensate me. I laughed bitterly under my breath and turned to pick the documents from bed.

"I want these." He took papers from my hand and flipped through the top one, it was property deed and without asking any question or looking further into details, he bent down on the table to sign under his name, did same with other document too and did not bother to look at what it was.

I took paper from his hand, he seemed relaxed after compensating me. Money was never an issue for Hughes.

"You're such an understanding girl, I am amazed how well Larry has raised you." he engulfed me in his arm while muttering those words in my ear. I was disgusted by his act and wanted to push him away when Rosie's voice froze him and he swiftly removed his hands around me and stepped back to make a distance, I was shocked for a second when it hit me that he was too much careful to assure his love that he hadn't touched his wife for once because his heart belonged to her.

I wanted to leave the room feeling suffocated when she called him again.

"Jeremy wants you to sleep with him, he is very stubborn these days and feeling lonely," my gaze was switching between her and Joshua, it was kind of hilarious.

"Sure, I'll be there shortly." He then turned to me to confirm if I was okay with it. For a second, I was confused that why it mattered and why he would bother to ask me at first point when I had no say in it.

Once he left the room, I picked up the second document.

Divorce papers and his signature on the last page.

As usual I woke up early in the morning and headed to get shower before proceeding with my daily chores.

I picked royal blue sweater to help me keep warm in this cold weather and was almost done with my prep for leaving for work when a loud smashing noise vibrated through the walls of house and my eyes widened in dread.

Throwing my hairbrush on the bed, I strode towards the lounge calling for Aunt Molly but found her running after Jeremy. My eyes scanning the whole lounge, just yesterday this place was well organized and appealing to eyes, clean and quiet, after my room the place I like to spend my time.

However, that area now gave an impression that a disaster had passed through this specific place and had broken everything that came in the way. I knew who the disaster was here, my eyes darted to Jeremy who was moving like a spoiled brat and throwing tantrum on my collection of art pieces.

Aunt Molly looked helpless in stopping him.She should be, because his own mother was seated on the couch, relaxed, going through magazines as if nothing were happening around or she weren't bothered with what was happening. Both fit on her, I thought. I couldn't find an annoyed line on her face despite the noise her son was making after crashing all decorations in the lounge.

"Ma'am, he is not listening," when her eyes catch me standing on stairs, she looks apologetic and embarrassed for failing in saving my collections from this little monster. A side smile popped on my face when I glanced again at his mother narrowly.

"You don't have to stop him," Jeremy stopped moving and turned to look at me, his eyes held fear and hatred for me.

"This is my house; Uncle Joshua told me yesterday I can do as I wish." He was challenging me, I was impressed by this little boy and laughed, though it wasn't meant to show happiness. Rather, it was cold and mocking.

I walked towards him and kneeled to look into his eyes; he shrank at seeing me close to him. He feared me, I liked the slight movement of his pupil and urge to push me away, but he was restraining due to fear and nothing else was stopping me.

"He was right. You can do as you wish" I could see the fear in his vanishing and shock taking over, he wasn't expecting me to be so polite after the cruelty he has shown on my favorite pieces of decoration.

"But there is one thing you cannot touch, and that is the painting hanging on that wall" I pointed my finger at the wall behind him, he turned his head to look at the painting I was mentioning.

"This is the most expensive painting I had picked." He turned back to look at me, his eyes mischievous, I knew what was going on in this little head, I narrowed once again at Rosie, but she behaved like she wasn't existing here. I shrugged quietly and watched her son running away, shattering the remaining items.

"You are being too polite with him" Aunt Molly seemed a bit disturbed with the mess and my permission for him had just increased her concern.

"That's okay, don't bother yourself after him. He is smart kid anyways" she sighed and nodded her head, saddened at the sight of lounge being ruined the one is cherished and appreciated by me.

"Aunty, do we have any card boxes at home?" she was returning to kitchen when I called her, she took her time to remember and her face lit up.

"Yes, few weeks ago we received a parcel, so I kept the box safe, it was in good condition. Do you want me to bring it to you?" I nodded, giving her my consent, and retreated to my room. She didn't take much time to come into my room holding the box in her hand.

"Will this work?" seeing me checking it from corners and its size, she asked worried. My lips stretched in satisfaction.

"It's perfect" she smiled back and left room.

I placed the divorce papers carefully in the box and closed it, picking out the ribbon from my side table drawer I tied the box with it, a bow made it look pleasant. I sighed in content.

I placed the box on the small table in my room when a loud crashing of glass made me flinch. I ran out in worry when I saw Aunty coming upstairs.

"The painting you asked young Master to not crash" she was panting, trembling in fear, unable to complete her words. I glanced at her and rushed down to be welcomed by another disaster, but I wasn't sure if this disaster would be recoverable.

"I did that," Jeremy slammed his hand on his chest proudly, my cold eyes drifted to him and then his mother.

"You ruined this one?" I pointed my finger at the painting that was still hanging on the wall, but its glass was broken and water was thrown, destroying its look, scratches had broken the paint. I could see the damage and concluded it was irrecoverable; my mouth opened in pain and shock.

"Yes!" His eyes sparkling in joy and mine filled with sorrow.

"Aunt Molly" I called out to her.

"Please mention to the Hughes House about the damage to painting" she was quick to dial them, Jeremy's eyes widened in horror, and he rushed towards me to slap me on my arm.

"You bad woman, don't scare me again" he was continuously slapping me on arm when I stopped him by pushing his hand away, he was staring at me with his mouth open and started to cry loudly.

"You are bad, I will complain Uncle Joshua" he pushed me, since I was standing close to last stairs, stepping back to keep balance, I hit my ankle on white marble and fall on stairs in pain.

"Careful Scarlet" only when I had fallen did Rosie wake up, calling for me to be careful when she should have scolded her son for not pushing me.

"Kids don't look at their surroundings and use their full strength while playing. You should have been careful" she offered me her hand to help, her kid hiding behind her legs tugging is tongue out to me. I rolled my eyes at this mother-and-son duo and stood up taking support of railing on the stairs.

"Finally, you are awake, care to look at your surroundings" I said sarcastically. She pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I told you kids don't care what they are doing while playing, you don't have to make it a big deal. It's not like you can't buy them back" my brow lifted at her audacity.

"Then you should have taken care of what your kid was doing," I scoffed at her stupid explanation.

"It's not like these all were some kind of unique items, and the painting you are making fuss about, its just an ordinary one, you can buy another anytime, you don't have to go that far to call at Hughes House to complain" she was standing shamelessly in front of me and not accepting her mistake for failing to teach her son well.

"That painting isn't ordinary; it was the last piece painted by Grandpa before he died and Grandma is very cautious about this painting." I was telling her when Aunty came back.

"Ma'am, I had informed at Hughes House, and they are sending someone to see the damage and the one who caused it" Rosie sneered.

"Grandma will never punish for just a mere painting" she still had to act like a stubborn and spoiled woman; I shrugged my shoulders.

"Let's see then" I sat down on the couch when I heard the horn of car.