Love's Reel Betrayal, My Billionaire Husbands Return

"Are you alright? Have you considered the consequences of your request? I can't abandon her, especially not at this unforeseen moment," Mr. Richard stated with a mix of frustration and concern in his voice.

The caller's voice remained stern, "You have only 24 hours to finalize the divorce, or you risk losing me and the child we're expecting."

Desperation filled Richard's response, "Brindle, please, I can't go through with a divorce, especially tomorrow, on the day of our sixth anniversary. It would shatter her, I know my wife. Show some compassion, for goodness' sake."

The caller's voice softened, "Do you truly love me?

You know I love you with all my heart; I can't bear the thought of losing you, Brindle," Mr. Richard admitted earnestly.

Then comply with my request, considering I have a generous heart. I'll grant you a two-week window to set things right," the caller stated before abruptly ending the call. Richard was left in shock, murmuring to himself, "Just two weeks

In a fit of frustration, he hurled his phone toward his office door and slumped into his chair. Richard's office is a sanctuary of power and wealth. Located on the upper floor of a sleek, testament to his billionaire status, exudes opulence with dark wood paneling, leather furniture, and a commanding mahogany desk. It offers sweeping city views and is a space where deals of grandeur and significant decisions are made.

Sitting in his chair with his hands clasped, Richard contemplated Brindle's words. When he finally rose from his seat and exited his office, his assistant hurried after him. "Sir, you have a meeting with the board members today and some other ones in Golden Flash company," she informed him.

"Cancel all of them. I'm going on a trip," he replied decisively before stepping into the elevator.

On the last floor of the impressive skyscraper, Richard stepped out of the elevator and began his descent through his sprawling company. Thousands of dedicated workers moved with purpose, diligently contributing to the conglomerate he had built. Richard's company was more than just a business; it was a global force, a powerhouse in various industries, and a source of livelihood for countless employees. It was a scene of organized industry, where the heartbeat of his global empire pulsed with energy.

As he walked, another one of his workers approached, keeping pace with him and presenting a stack of files. "Sir, you asked me to bring this to your office for your signature," the gentleman reminded him.

Richard nodded, acknowledging the files, and proceeded outside where his sleek black Lamborghini, a symbol of his success and taste, awaited him. The car was flanked by two well-dressed guides who ensured a seamless exit. Richard entered the car, lowered the window, and addressed the gentleman who had followed him, "Bring it back to my office next two weeks " With that, the car smoothly pulled away from the building, leaving the bustling world of his corporate dominion behind.

His Lamborghini glided through the streets of Canada, a mesmerizing sight that turned heads and drew the attention of pedestrians and motorists alike. Whether strolling down the sidewalk or driving in their vehicles, people couldn't help but be captivated by the sleek and powerful presence of his car.

In approximately 30 minutes, they arrived at his opulent mansion. This was no ordinary residence. The main gate, adorned in shimmering gold, signaled the extravagance that lay beyond. The winding driveway led to a magnificent abode situated a short distance away. The main house, a grand three-story structure, radiated in pristine white. Nestled at its sides were charming annexes, adding an air of regal elegance.

To the rear of the mansion, a resplendent sea-blue pool stretched, its glistening waters mirroring the azure sky. Lush gardens, meticulously manicured, surrounded the property, showcasing a dazzling array of flowers and foliage. The mansion's architecture seamlessly blended classical sophistication with modern luxury, making it a true marvel of design and refinement.

As the Lamborghini came to a halt, one of the guides promptly opened the car door, facilitating Richard's exit. With a determined stride, he made his way to the mansion, where a group of maids and guides had assembled in anticipation. As he approached, they respectfully bowed, signifying their deference.

One of the guides stepped forward, opening the main gate for him to pass through. Inside, the maids followed closely, with one of them gently assisting Richard in removing his outer jacket, The interior of Richard's mansion matched the splendor of its exterior. Once inside, he was greeted by a world of refined beauty and luxury. The grand foyer, with its marble floors and sweeping staircase, was bathed in the warm glow of crystal chandeliers.

Elaborate tapestries adorned the walls, each one a masterpiece in its own right. Ornate furniture, elegantly carved and upholstered in sumptuous fabrics, graced the spacious rooms. Rich, dark wood paneling added an air of sophistication, while expansive windows allowed natural light to flood the living spaces.

Every detail was meticulously curated, from the exquisite artwork that adorned the walls to the ornamental vases and sculptures that added to the ambiance. The mansion felt like a masterpiece, a harmonious blend of classic elegance and modern comforts, designed to enchant and impress all who entered.

He ascended to the last floor of their mansion, where their bedroom offered a comforting and welcoming atmosphere. As he entered, a delightful and soothing fragrance enveloped him, creating an instant sense of warmth.

Without delay, he made his way to the bedroom's balcony, which provided a picturesque view of the small river that wound behind their home. There, he spotted his wife serenely fishing on a canoe, the epitome of innocence and contentment. A smile graced his lips as he watched her with tender affection.

His wife, sensing his presence, looked up from below and beamed at him, extending a wave inviting him to join her in the tranquil activity. He stood there, a soft smile playing on his lips, though a tear escaped his eye. He quickly wiped it away before she could notice, and in response to her gesture, he gestured back, silently promising to join her there soon...

Within a matter of minutes, he had made his way down to the river's edge, where his wife, dressed in an understated yet elegant manner, had gracefully guided her canoe to the shore. She extended her hand towards him, and with a loving smile, he provided the support she needed to step out of the canoe. Together, they stood by the river, the world outside their own forgotten, and a shared sense of tranquillity enveloped them in that timeless moment............. Tomorrow is our anniversary, Natalie. Let's travel to Hawaii tomorrow, he suggested with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Natalie's eyes lit up with surprise and delight. "Really?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She hugged him out of excitement, unaware of the teary eyes her husband concealed.

While still in the embrace of their conversation, he continued, "I remember the first time I saw you, eight years ago. I barely had anything to my name, not even an extra pair of jeans when I first moved to Canada. And you, dressed like Moana, caught my eye. I couldn't help but ask if you were from there because of the way you were dressed. You laughed and said, 'Oh no, I love that place, and I want to go there one day when I get rich.

Natalie chuckled at the memory. "And a mischievous bird came and stole your hats," she recalled with laughter.

He joined in, "Yes, and I ran after it, chasing it down."

Their laughter mingled in the air as they reminisced about that day. A sense of joy and nostalgia filled the room.

With a warm smile, he looked at her and said, "Let's make that dream come true tomorrow. We're rich now." A single tear escaped his eye, carrying with it the emotions of their journey, and fell gently on his cheek.

In the quiet of his thoughts, he whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry."

The following day, a gentle breeze filled with the fragrance of fresh roses wafted through the air, as if the universe itself recognized the significance of the Wood family's special day.

Early in the morning, Mr. Wood had risen to prepare a loving breakfast for his wife, declining the assistance of the maids, even though they insisted on helping. With a playful grin, he quipped, "I used to be quite the chef back in the day."

He carefully arranged the tray of food on their bed, creating a delightful spread. The breakfast tray held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, slices of perfectly toasted bread, crispy bacon and sausage, a selection of cheeses, and a juicy grapefruit, each element meticulously prepared......................................

Gently, he kissed his still-sleeping wife and began to rub her back, coaxing her to wake. She stirred, and as she opened her eyes, he leaned closer and whispered, "Happy sixth anniversary, my love." He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, to which she responded same with a loving smile and a hug.

"Please sit down, I've prepared breakfast for you," he said, gesturing towards the tray laden with food.

She looked at the breakfast spread and said, "You really didn't have to, Richard," her voice filled with gratitude and affection.

Richard watched his wife with a fond smile. "I wanted to start this special day with something meaningful," he explained. "After all, we've shared six wonderful years together."

Natalie's eyes softened, and she reached out to take his hand. "You always know how to make the simplest moments unforgettable," she said, her heart warmed by his gesture.

As they sat side by side on the bed, they began to enjoy their breakfast. The flavors and aromas filled the room, mingling with the love and cherished memories that had brought them to this beautiful anniversary morning.

"I've already bought a whole new cloths for our Hawaiian getaway, all in the island style," he shared with a grin. "You won't need to worry about packing a thing; everything is ready and waiting for us. Don't even think about asking if I know your size or style, as that would be quite embarrassing after all this time together."

Natalie chuckled, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "Alright, I'll let you handle the wardrobe. I'll go about my preparations," she said with a smile, and they both shared a warm, knowing look that spoke of the deep connection they had built over the years.

The morning was filled with anticipation as Richard and Natalie got ready for their Hawaiian adventure. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over their bedroom. Richard stood before the walk-in closet, carefully selecting the vibrant Hawaiian shirts and flowing sundresses that would fill their suitcases.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he surveyed the clothes he had chosen. "We're going to look like we've just stepped out of a postcard," he remarked.

Natalie, in the bathroom applying a light touch of makeup, grinned in response. "That's the idea," she said. "We're going all-in on this Hawaiian experience."

They took their time, savoring each moment, before they eventually gathered their packed bags and made their way to the airport

As they arrived at the airport, the sight of the private plane waiting for them filled Natalie with awe. Mr. Wood's connections and share in the airport agency had made it possible to book an entire plane for their vacation. Guided by a team of guards and security personnel, they entered the airport terminal with an air of exclusivity.

The process was seamless, and they were swiftly escorted to the private jet. Inside, plush leather seats and luxurious amenities awaited them, creating a cocoon of comfort for the journey ahead. Their Hawaiian adventure was off to an impeccable start, filled with the promise of tranquility, romance, and cherished moments together.

They arrived in Hawaii in the evening, greeted by the gentle sea breeze and the promise of a relaxing vacation. A chauffeured car was ready to whisk them away to their luxurious villa. Upon reaching the Super A1 Hotel, renowned as one of the finest in Hawaii, Mrs. Wood was awestruck by the elegance and opulence of their room.

The spacious room featured a plush king-sized bed adorned with crisp white sheets, and a special decoration had been arranged on the bed, offering warm wishes for their anniversary. Mrs. Wood was touched by the thoughtful surprise and expressed her gratitude to her husband.

In the serene ambiance of the hotel room, they spent quality time together, basking in the joy of their shared journey and looking forward to creating more beautiful memories during their Hawaiian getaway.

Amidst the serene ambiance of their private villa, Mr. Wood lounged by the pool, a glass of wine within easy reach. Mrs. Wood approached him with a box of beautifully wrapped packages, her smile lighting up her face.

Curious, Mr. Wood asked, "What do you have in your hands, my dear?"

With a gleeful smile, Mrs. Wood responded, "This is for you," and extended the box towards him. He rose from the pool to receive it, his face beaming with appreciation.

As he examined the package, he playfully asked, "Which one should I open first?"

Mrs. Wood replied with a grin, "Any of them, but save this one for last," indicating the flat, sizable package that held a special surprise.

With a warm smile, Mr. Wood decided to open one of the gifts. Inside, he discovered a customized watch designed to track weight and monitor various health metrics. "Oh, I really needed one of these," he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with gratitude. He leaned over and planted a loving kiss on his wife's cheek. It was clear how much he appreciated her thoughtful gift, especially given his passion for working out and maintaining a healthy lifestyle.

Moving on to the second gift, he was met with a Rocket-ship pen and a new diamond wedding ring. As he gazed at the ring, a flicker of tension crossed his face. He stammered slightly, "A new wedding ring..."

His wife smiled warmly and reassured him, "Yes, yes, my love. Since you lost your old one, I decided to get you a new one." Her eyes sparkled with affection...........

As Mr. Wood unwrapped the last gift, he revealed a framed portrait. He turned it to see the image, and for a moment, he was left speechless. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he struggled to find his voice as emotions overwhelmed him.

Unable to contain his feelings, he pulled his wife into a heartfelt embrace, both of them deeply moved by the significance of the gift. In a trembling voice, she said, "I know how much your late brother meant to you, Richard."

With a nod and continued tears in his eyes, Mr. Wood gently kissed his late brother's forehead in the portrait, a silent tribute to the beloved family member he had lost. His voice quivered with emotion as he turned to his wife and said, "Thank you, thank you."

The poignant gift had opened a window to the past, allowing Mr. Wood to remember and honor his brother's memory, even though he was no longer with them. It was a touching and heartfelt moment that spoke volumes about the depth of their bond and the strength of their love, even in the face of loss.

As Mr. Wood watched his wife sleeping peacefully, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. In a soft, remorseful voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm sorry." With a heavy heart, he stepped into the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror.

Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he confronted the weight of his regrets and mistakes. The sound of his sobs echoed in the bathroom as he sat in the chilled bathtub, allowing his tears to flow, as if washing away the burden of his remorse and the pain he had caused and was about to cause..............................

At breakfast-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Adorned in matching Fashion Nova attire for breakfast, he chose a crisp combination of white jeans, a sea-blue top, and white sneakers, while his wife gracefully flaunted a sea-blue flowery dress paired with white slippers and a chic bag. Her hair was elegantly brushed back, revealing the allure of her captivating blue eyes.

Seated in the upscale VIP dining area, exclusively reserved for the hostel's elite guests, they prepared to order. A courteous staff member approached, "Sir-Madam, could you kindly mark the list with the food you desire? Your selections will be promptly brought to you." Mr. Wood and his wife expressed their gratitude and proceeded to mark their preferences.

As they eagerly anticipated their meal, a waitress in a sleek black suit extended a warm greeting, "Enjoy your starter while they bring your food."

While savoring their starter, Mr. Wood's attention was drawn to a lady across the breakfast hall. Clad in a striking red dress and using a newspaper as a makeshift shield, she seemed to be trying to remain inconspicuous. Their eyes locked, and she sent a blown kiss his way.

"Brindle," Mr. Wood whispered in his mind, a hint of discomfort clouding his expression. Sensing the shift in her husband's mood, Mrs. Wood turned to follow his gaze and gently touched his hand. Concerned, she inquired, "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah," Mr. Wood replied with a faint smile, attempting to reassure his wife, and then resumed his focus on the starter.

A message popped up on his screen, prompting Mr. Wood to swiftly pick up his phone from the table. The message read, "Hey baby, meet me in room number 202, second floor," increasing his discomfort.

After a moment's pause, he stood up from his seat, gave his wife a quick kiss, and walked away, leaving her behind. "Sure," she replied with a smile, adding, "Be good."

Hurriedly, Mr. Wood walked and entered the elevator that ascended to the second floor. He swiftly knocked on the door of room 202, and in an instant, the door swung open. Before him stood a beautiful lady clad in lingerie, her hair elegantly tied back. "Hey baby," she greeted, leaping in for a kiss. Mr. Wood, however, gently pushed her inside, entered the room, and closed the door behind him.

"What do you think you're doing, Brindle?" he questioned sternly. "Do you want someone to see us?"

"I don't care if someone sees us, Richard," Brindle declared, moving closer to him. She showered him with kisses on the lips, ears, and neck, executing a catwalk before locking the door behind her. Returning to him, she held his hands and boldly asserted, "I'm soon going to be Mrs. Wood, so there's no problem if someone sees me." She kissed him again and provocatively took a seat on the bed.

Mr. Wood, now facing away from her, voiced his anger, asking, "How did you even find out we're here, and why are you here, Brindle?" Brindle stood up, approached him from behind, and draped herself over him. "I have eyes everywhere, Richard," she replied. "Moreover, your baby wanted to see you." She moved to stand in front of him, cradling her tummy. "I miss you, Richard. We miss you," she expressed.

"Don't you miss us too?" she inquired, to which Mr. Wood responded, "I do, I do." Brindle persisted, "But you can't just come here, Richard. What if something happens to you? I can't live without you."

"Tseee," Brindle mocked him by placing her palms on his mouth. "I'm here now, unharmed''. Our baby is fine too" Overcome with emotion, Mr. Wood lovingly hugged her, showering her with violent kisses on her mouth, cheeks, and everywhere. "Mmm, I miss you, Brindle," he groaned as he lifted her and carried her to bed.

Mr. Wood's phone rang in the middle of their private moment. Without hesitation, Brindle quickly turned it off, tossed it away, and they resumed their intense connection.

Disturbed by her husband's absence, Mrs. Wood sat at the table, untouched food before her, dialing his number repeatedly. The automated response echoed, "The number you're calling is currently switched off. Please try again later." Frustration etched across her face, she stood up and began to search, weaving through the surroundings in the hope of spotting him. She approached various individuals, asking if they had seen him, and dialed a few more numbers to inquire about his whereabouts.

Worried and increasingly desperate, Mrs. Wood went back to their room, hoping to find her husband there, but it was empty. She then ventured to the second floor, calling his number again with no success. Descending to the first floor, she searched everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found.

With growing concern, she traversed the resort, exploring the pool, cafe, bar center, and nearly every corner, yet she still couldn't locate him. The sense of unease deepened as the mystery of his whereabouts persisted.

It's been more than 7 hours and his husband hadn't still returned, she sat quietly at their private pool upstairs in their room, called his number a few more times and it was still off, she didn't know what to do, she sat there and sobbed...went to their room and picked his luggage and started to pack her things.......

Abruptly waking from his sleep with a sense of urgency, Mr. Wood frantically searched for his phone, checking under the bed, sofa, and behind the curtains of the hotel room. Encountering Brindle amid her bath, he walked in, still in his underwear, and found her sipping wine in the bathtub. Reacting swiftly, he confiscated the glass, placing it on the table., you shouldn't be drinking, he said..........

"Where is my phone, Brindle?" he urgently asked. "I'm asking you, where is my phone? My wife would be looking for me by now. Why didn't you call me, Brindle?"

She continued with her bath and didn't even utter a word...............................

Frustration etched on his face, he ran his hands through his hair and stormed out of the bathroom. Hastily dressing, he left the room in a hurry.

Mr. Wood rushed towards his wife, noticing her holding luggage and other belongings, seemingly ready to leave. "Hey, hey," he said, taking her bags from her hands. "Where are you going?"

She stepped back, folding her arms, and asked, "Where have you been?" looking directly into his eyes.

"I had to take care of something," he replied, turning away from his wife. "And why didn't you call or text me, Richard? I've been calling you all day, your phone was off," I was worried, she explained, showing him the numerous missed calls on her phone.

He touched his pocket as if searching for his phone. "I don't know where I kept it," he mumbled, looking around as if he couldn't remember where he last saw his phone.

Natalie approached him, noticing a scent, and questioned, "And why do you smell like a female?" She walked closer, touching his clothes and taking a whiff. "Me," he responded, backing away and smelling his shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about."