MY EX-HUSBAND IS A FRAUD

ISABELLE's POV

The timer beeped, signaling that my cake was done. I took it out of the oven, letting the golden-brown beauty

cool on the rack. A smile spread across my face as I gazed at my handiwork. Today marks one year since I and Roger got married and I couldn't wait to celebrate our anniversary together.

I glanced at the wall clock, it was already 5 PM. Roger will soon be on his way home which means I need to quickly finish up with the cake so I can shower and get dressed for him.

I sighed a sigh of relief after I finished with the icing. I removed my apron in a swift and hurriedly made my way to the stairs taking two at a time with my feet barely in contact with each step as I bound upward. I got to the room, took off my clothes, and went straight to the bathroom to shower.

I looked at all the dresses hung in my closet but couldn't decide what to wear. I pushed aside the hangers one by one before stumbling on the red fitted dress Roger bought me on my birthday. With a wide grin on my face, I sighed, this is perfect I thought to myself.

I checked my phone to find out how much time I had left, 6: 30 PM. I screamed at myself. I sat in front of my makeover mirror as I applied a little makeup on my face. I rounded up everything with a mild pink blush on my cheeks and went on with my setting spray. Perfect, I winked at myself.

After styling my hair, I quickly put on my dress, pairing it with a black-colored heel. I checked myself out in the mirror, and a feeling of uncertainty engulfed me. I hope he likes how I look. I drafted a short text to Roger saying I can't wait to see him. I waited for a few minutes but didn't get any reply back. He must be busy.

I made my way downstairs, setting the table and lining up different dishes I had prepared. I took a glimpse of the clock, 8 PM. What is taking him so long to come back? I checked my phone to see if he had sent me a message but didn't see anything from him.

Roger was the best decision I ever made, after losing my parents on my 18th birthday, and my only uncle Wilbur 5 years after my parents' death, Roger has always been there for me. I love him so much and I know he loves me as much as I do. Uncle Wilbur was against my relationship with Roger, the reason being that he didn't think he could trust Roger with me. But I couldn't care less, what matters is that I love him and want to be with him.

I jolted up at the sound of the alarm ringing, I had fallen asleep while waiting for Roger. I got anxious because Roger had never been late before. I know he started staying out late because of work sometimes, but he should have made our anniversary an exception.

I called him several times but he wouldn't pick up, and a cold shiver ran through my spine. Negative thoughts began to fill my head. What if something bad had happened to him on his way home? I clenched my fist as I went out and boarded a taxi to his office. While on my way to his office, I kept calling and he still wasn't picking up. My heart raced with so much intensity that this had never happened before.

I got to his office building and headed straight to his office but he wasn't there. I ran a hand through my hair confused about what to do next. Immediately I remembered Roger had a room in the office building where he took naps in between office hours.

I gathered myself together and went to check on him there. I paused at the entrance of the room as I heard moaning sounds coming from the room. I stood there hoping it was someone else and not Roger. I opened the door and to my surprise was Roger having sex with his secretary Sophia.

Despair came crashing, I stood there for a few seconds and they didn't even notice me. Tears filled up my eyes as I quickly sniffed trying to hold them from falling. Roger noticed me but couldn't care less as he continued with his show of affection and lust for his secretary.

I went back home broken and shattered from what I had seen. I prayed it was all a nightmare that would disappear once I woke up. I forced myself to sleep thinking I was hallucinating.

It was morning and I could still recall everything that happened last night, it wasn't a dream, everything happened right in my face. I cried my eyes out of pain and bitterness but it wasn't enough. I needed an explanation for all these.

My phone beeped and it was a text from Roger saying I should come downstairs. I needed answers so I did as he said. While Stepping down, I could feel the coldness around him, he glared at me and all I could see was hatred for me in his eyes. He rolled his eyes at me and glanced at the document in his hand.

What I couldn't understand was the fact that Roger has always been a sweet, loving, and caring person. He adored me, he did everything to make me happy. How did all that disappear and be replaced with this level of detestation towards me.

I thought I wanted answers, but seeing him just made me realize how much I loved him and how I didn't want to lose him to another woman. I just stood there staring at him. "You sent for me," my weak voice managed to break the silence. I was ready to overlook what had happened and start all over with him as long as he promised to stay with me.

He looked at me and handed me the document, " I want a divorce," his cold words cut through me. I froze at his words as I stared at him intensely. " Don't look at me that way Isabelle, you should have seen this coming. "

He didn't regard me at all, he had no respect for me or our relationship. "You want a divorce? After everything we've been through? After transferring all my parents' properties and assets to you, do you now want a divorce? What about me? What is going to happen to me? What will I gain in return?"

" Oh please shut it Isabelle, I never forced you to do any of the things you did. You did everything because you loved me or should I say because you were foolish." He said sharply.

I blinked rapidly trying to control the tears that had filled my eyes as I stride towards him holding his hands. " Listen, baby, I know I haven't been the best wife for you, but I promise if you give me one more chance I will change, please Roger."

He clenched his jaw and widened his eyes at me. " Another chance? You should have been a better wife from the beginning, Isabelle. Don't you see what is happening? Everyone in your life keeps disappearing. Your parents first, second your uncle Wilbur, I don't want to lose my life before I make any decisions to leave you."

I shook at his words and went back supported by shaky knees, never have I felt so heartbroken in my entire life. Even my parents' death wasn't as painful as this. I stride towards him gripping him on his shirt, " I didn't kill my parents or my Uncle Wilbur, How could you do this to me?" I cried bitterly.

He loses himself from my grip and slices his hands on my cheeks as I fall to the ground. " You crazy bitch," he snapped as he bent down gripping my chin " I should have known you were this wild, you know I can punish you for this act, but I won't do that to you, just sign the document and leave in peace. "

I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me as I felt the burn from the slap, and I shivered. I clenched my clothes trying to breathe properly. Roger stood up arranging his collar as he walked away. He halted at his track and turned towards me. " Hope you enjoyed what you saw last night? That was the best sex I have ever had, something you can never give me." He smirked and walked away.

I watched him as he walked out without looking back, divorcing me with nowhere to go and nothing to my name. I wailed bitterly wishing I had listened to my Uncle Wilbur when he told me never to let anyone know what my parents had left me. I covered my face with my hands as I continued crying.

That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I felt bitterness and pain but that slap washed it away. Now, the only thing in my mind is how to get my revenge and take what Roger stole from me. Suing him would have been the best option, but I have no money nor do I have any connection to a good Lawyer. Even revenge costs money, and now everything just seems hopeless, in fact, I am hopeless.

I didn't know anyone, uncle Wilbur didn't let me associate with people because he was so protective of me. I have no friends, no family to run to. I sat on the floor, the feeling of resentment washed over me. I had a lot of questions in my head. Where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything else but hated and blamed myself for all this.

I should have been a better wife, I should have never gone to check on him at the office. That way he would have never thought of divorcing me. While I was lost in thought, someone knocked on the door. I couldn't hear anything at first, and the person hardened the knock which drew my attention.

It must be Roger, I said to myself. He has come to tell me all of these were a joke or a prank, and that he didn't mean all the things he said. I smiled softly as I jolted up from the floor and ran to get the door, the smile on my face faded on seeing who it was. " Sophia? "

With a wide grin, she said, " Hi Isabelle, can I come in? "Her chirpy voice echoed in my head as I remembered her with Roger last night. How could she smile at me after sleeping with my husband? She looked at me and rolled her eyes. " Whatever," she said as she pushed me and walked in.

Did she just push me? I shut the door and went after her. " What are you doing here? Have you no shame? After sleeping with my husband, you have the nerve to walk into my house. How dare you."

" Oh please shut it, Isabelle, " she snapped aggressively. " This is no longer your house, but Roger's. And if you must know, he was never yours to begin with. He only used you, Isabelle."

My heart churned at her words, anger engulfed me as I clenched my fist, and spoke through gritted teeth. " What do you mean by that?" I asked as my heart kept racing with much intensity.

She tilted her head, sticking out her bottom lip in a little pout, and she looked at me with concern. " Poor little thing, I can't tell you anything other than what I have just said. Roger asked me to come here and get the divorce document with your signature on it, and he said I should also make sure you leave without taking anything aside from your clothes."

She walks around the house in bossy steps, looking at every item in it. " You have 10 minutes to pack up, I won't give you more than that." She sneered at me. For a moment I thought she felt my pain, I never knew it was all pretense.

I clenched my jaw as I wiped the tears that had filled my eyes. I stopped blaming myself because it was clear that Roger didn't love me, he endured me only for his selfish desires. All I could think of was revenge, nothing else.

I picked up the document on the floor and signed it. I mustered courage, packed my belongings, and headed downstairs afterward. Sophia sat on the couch with crossed legs as she smirked at me. I could see the happiness on her face saying she won beneath the smirk.

I looked at the house one last time, memories of my parents and Uncle Wilbur flashed through my head as tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't control myself anymore, if I stayed here one more minute I'd break down. I carried my suitcase as I stride towards the door.

" Bye my love," Sophia waved at me as she chuckled slamming the door behind me. This isn't over, I'll surely come back, I whispered to myself as I left the house.

I covered my head with a scarf as I walked down the street helplessly with nowhere to go. I couldn't think of anyone or anywhere. Never have I ever imagined in my life that a day like this would come.

I kept on walking and walking till I came to a pause at the magnificent Clover Hotel. It was that time of the year again when powerful and prestigious businessmen and women who are recognized in the state, come together for their annual seminars. I grinned while looking at the building, reminiscing about those times my parents and Uncle Wilbur always took me along whenever they attended the seminar.

I looked at the banner of the guest speakers that was hung outside the hotel and my eyes widened on seeing his name. Oliver Preston? I screamed with my mouth open. He is a powerful and well-known businessman who has never for once attended the seminar after being invited more than a million times. Looks like he made it to this one, I smiled.

You must be wondering how I know all these right? Well my Uncle literally tells me everything that goes on in the business line, and plus he knows Oliver Preston personally.

I looked at all the flashy and luxurious cars that were parked outside the hotel. My dream was to continue with my family's legacy and attend that seminar someday. The grin on my face gradually disappeared, and tears filled the corners of my eyes as I remembered I have nothing left.

I sighed and kept on walking hopelessly again and suddenly there was a heavy wind that blew my scarf away. The wind was heavy and blurred my vision. I placed my hand over my eyes as I ran to pick up my scarf without seeing properly. I picked my scarf, and suddenly I heard the screeching sound of tires and someone screaming at me. " Leave the way."

I froze on seeing the car that had appeared out of nowhere and coming towards me as I screamed covering both my eyes with my hands. The driver slammed on the break and the car came to a stop just a few inches from me. I sighed a sigh of relief and walked towards the car to apologize to them.

Suddenly the back door opened and a man stepped out and lashed out at me. " Are you crazy? Why would you jump in front of a moving vehicle like that? " Did he just call me Crazy? I thought to myself. " Who the hell do you think you are to call me Cra," I froze immediately without completing my ranting as I realized who the man was.

I looked at the banner outside the hotel and back to him as I blinked three times.

Oliver Pre Preston? I stuttered as my eyes widened with fear.

Oliver Pre Preston? I stuttered as my eyes widened with fear. Never have I imagined that I would bump into him this way. He glared at me, " What were you saying before?" I looked at him glaring at me like a hungry predator that was about to eat his prey.

I was stunned. He is charmingly gorgeous. His piercing blue eyes were glaring at me, his short black hair styled to perfection, and his broad chest. He looks way better in person. He's dreamy.

I lowered my head, averting my gaze from him as I apologized. " I am really sorry Sir, I wasn't watching where I was going. " The anger in his face faded and was replaced with a cold look. " I will spare you because you apologized, and secondly I'm late to my meeting so please get out of the way." He got into the car waiting for me to move.

I ran towards the sidewalk and watched as the driver drove into Clover Hotel. Cold shivers ran down my spine, I couldn't believe I met Oliver himself. For a moment I couldn't think, I couldn't decide what to do. Out of desperation, I decided to wait for the seminar to be over so I could see Oliver again.

For me to get back everything Roger stole from me, I need someone of great influence. Someone whose presence commands respect. Someone who is powerful, and nobody is as powerful as Oliver Preston.

I sat on the sidewalk waiting for hours, and finally I saw some people coming out of the hotel as some exchanged pleasantries while some just got into their car and left.

I stared intensely at everyone, waiting patiently to see Oliver but he was nowhere to be seen. Has he left? I thought to myself. Everyone had already left but Oliver wasn't seen outside. I sighed as I saw his car still parked.

I was getting hungry and tired of waiting, but my eyes glittered with excitement as I saw Oliver walk out of the hotel building with a man. They spoke for a few minutes before shaking hands and went their separate ways.

I began pacing around thinking of ways to talk to him. I didn't want anything from him aside from his help. I only wanted him to help at least with somewhere to stay before sorting out my life.

His driver started the car and drove through the opened gates, I couldn't think of anything at all. I opened my eyes and realized I was standing in front of the car, but this time I bumped into it intentionally. If risking my life was the only way I could get to talk to him then so be it.

This time he came out angrily, " you again? " he said aggressively as he pointed his finger at me. I saw the anger in his face, I lowered my head and knelt down before him. " Please help me, " tears began to drip from my eyes.

The angry expression faded, replaced with a pitiful one which was immediately replaced with his usual cold look as he dipped his hands into his pockets. " What the hell do you think you are doing? " he said calmly as he looked at me.

I took a deep breath, sniffing in the mucus that was at the edge of my nose. " I need your help, sir, I have nowhere to go, please help me. " He chuckled lightly as he looked around trying to see if there were cameras around. " Am I being a prank or something, is this a joke? "

I raised my head to meet his gaze as I stride towards him on my knees, " I'm desperate, I'll do anything, anything at all you want me to do please just help me. " I wailed, rubbing my hands together as I kept on pleading.

He clicked his tongue out of frustration and bent close to me. " Listen Miss, I don't know you nor your family nor anyone related to you. I don't run a charity organization so do me a favour and stop asking me to help you. Get out of the way, I'm late. " He got up and walked towards the car.

" Does the name Wilbur Roy ring a bell? " I asked as he paused in his tracks. I stood up, striding towards him. " From the look on your face it is certain you know him. Wilbur Roy is my uncle. He died 5 years ago from an illness. Please, I really need your help. I'll do whatever it is you want me to do, just help me out please. "

He stood for a minute staring into space. He looked at me, examining me from head to toe with his eyes. He rolled his eyes at me as he got into the car. I lowered my head as despair rushed over me. In the end, it's just me. He winds down the glass and looks at me. " Ain't you getting in? "

My eyes glittered at his words as I grinned widely. I nodded as I quickly picked up my suitcase on the ground and walked towards the car. The driver helped me with my suitcase as I got in. a feeling of hope engulfed me. " Thank you so much sir, I appreciate it. "

He took a deep breath and looked at me. " Do you have anything that can prove that Wilbur is your uncle? " I nodded immediately as I brought out a tiny frame of me and Uncle Wilbur from my bag. " It was a gift. He gifted it to me on my 20th birthday before he died." He slowly collected the frame from me as he looked at it intensely. " Wilbur. " He whispered as he gently touched his face.

He looks away, trying to hide his sadness as he hands me back the frame. He cleared his throat and looked at me. " I will only help you because if your Uncle Wilbur. We weren't that close but we were cool. He helped me years back so helping you is like returning the Favours back to him. "

He loosened his tie, getting into a more relaxed posture as he closed his eyes and sighed. " Be my maid. " my eyes widened as he said those words. " per personal maid?" I stuttered as I looked at him.

He looked at me, his eyes examining mine. " What are you thinking? Personal maid is that you will only be answerable to just me. You'll do everything I say you should do and that's how far I can help you. If you don't want to be my maid then so be it. You can take your leave." He clarified.

" I will do it," I said sharply. " I will be your maid."

I was more determined to take my revenge. Even if it means I have to be Oliver's personal dog, I will gladly do it. He has the connection and power. That's just what I need.