My Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

Catherine's POV

I nervously nibbled on my lower lip as I paced the large expanse of the living room.

Sighing, I glanced at the wall clock and exhaled heavily when I saw the time.

It was ten minutes past nine in the evening and Alessandro was yet to come home.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Someone spoke from behind me, and I turned to face them.

The head maid of our household, Alice, grimaced as she fiddled with her fingers.

"Yes, any problem?"

"Should I place the food in the refrigerator?" She asked, and my heart cut as a bitter realization struck me.

Just like in the past, Alessandro was really going to be absent on our wedding anniversary.

It wasn't just an ordinary anniversary; it was our third marriage anniversary and according to what I read on a website some years back, three was a lucky number that signified prosperity.

Thus, I had gone over the top by preparing a variety of dishes that I was sure he liked.

Since he rarely ate at home nowadays, I had secretly called his grandmother because he usually ate there, and she had made a list of his current favorite foods for me.

Madam Anita, the heavens bless her heart was one in a million.

While my mother in law loathed my existence to the core, Madam Anita loved me like her own and would often rebuke my husband on my behalf.

Although I appreciated her effort, her reproaches never yielded results.

If anything, they worsened the sour relationship between my husband and I.

I could vividly remember how he had packed most of his belongings to where I presumed was HER place after Madam Anita gave him an earful when she found out that his first love was back in town and that they had been seeing each other for a while.

As stupid as I was, I had decided to stay, instead of leaving him after finding out about his extramarital affairs.

Damn, I was truly the most idiotic woman on earth.

My foolish self had been too desperate to remain married and had decided to keep suffering, instead of filing a divorce.

Something in me that gradually diminished as the years passed, still believed that my husband would change his ways and become the doting husband that he used to be.

"Ma'am Catherine," Alice's voice yanked me back to the brutal reality of my life.

"Y-Yeah, you were saying?" I asked, frazzled.

"I asked if I should place the dishes in the refrigerator to prevent them from going bad," She said. "The time is almost ten and he's still not back."

Suppressing the urge to burst into tears, I inhaled sharply. "Just go to bed. I will take care of it."

"I can wait here with you," She said, and I shook my head.

"No. You should sleep because you worked really hard today. I wouldn't have been able to prepare a platter of dishes if you weren't there with me." I forced out a smile which she returned, albeit, hers was sympathetic.

"You also worked hard, ma'am. I only prepared the ingredients but you made the food." She countered.

"Just go to bed, Alice," I gently pushed her out of the sitting room toward the stairs. "I can take care of the rest. I'm serious."

"Alright then, if you say so," She still seemed reluctant to leave. "Goodnight, ma'am."

"Goodnight, Alice."

And with that, she climbed the stairs and was gone.

Alice and the rest of the maids probably thought I was the dumbest person alive.

I mean, they had witnessed almost every one of mine and my husband's fight.

Even our recent fight which was the most embarrassing one ever.

Like a weak bitch, I had clung onto my husband's leg while weeping for him to stay and never leave me for his first love, Laura, when he wanted to storm out of the house.

I was truly a loser who relied on her husband too much.

But I just couldn't help it because he was the first man to ever ask me out on a date.

Throughout the nineteen years that I had spent in an orphanage, no guy had ever found me attractive.

Yes, I was an orphan.

According to what the governesses at the orphanage told me, they had found me in a box without clothes when I was barely a week old, crying my little lungs out.

I had been in my third year of medical school while he was training to be the CEO of his family's company.

A mutual friend had introduced us during a volunteer outreach.

He asked me out on a coffee date some days later and subsequently, after three weeks, we started dating.

The most foolish thing that I ever did and would continue to regret until the day I died, was dropping out of medical school to follow him from London to America.

He had told me that a new branch of his company had been established in America and he needed to be there to manage it.

It was highly unlikely that he would ever move back to London, he had divulged.

And like the asinine idiot I was, I had dropped out of medical school in a heartbeat, with the assurance that I could easily transfer to another medical school, with my high grades.

However, I was met with a hostile reality than I had expected when I discovered that I couldn't transfer to any medical school in America as their curriculum was completely different from that of my former medical school.

A year later on my twenty-first birthday, he asked me to be his wife and I happily agreed, thinking we would live happily ever after.

If only I knew that our marriage would be the start of misery, I would have never agreed to marry him and be a housewife.

The sound of footsteps approaching drifted into my ears and yanked me out of my reverie.

Before I could take a step, he stormed into the house, looking livid which made my heart cut.

"Welcome home, Alessandro," I croaked, and he scoffed before flinging a brown envelope at me.

Inhaling shakily, I picked up the envelope and gave him a confused look.

"What is this?"

"Divorce papers," He snarled. "Sign it before tomorrow ends and leave my house, you fucking leech!"

"It's because of Laura, isn't it?" I kept my gaze rooted to the floor, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I don't have time for your useless questions. Just sign the damn papers and leave!" He barked, before marching upstairs.

With tears rolling down my cheeks, I placed the envelope on the dining table, packed all the dishes I had prepared, and placed them in the refrigerator before cleaning the dining table.

Then, I headed upstairs to my bedroom with a myriad of thoughts assailing my mind.

I was truly done for.

Where would I go from here?

Begging him not to leave me would probably worsen his temper and cause him to throw me out of the house that night.

And I couldn't have that because I had nowhere else to go.

I had zero dollars in my bank account and less than $50 at hand, with a rickety phone.

After his first love showed up, Alessandro started sleeping in the guest room.

He had told me that my scent disgusted him and that seeing my face whenever he woke up was irritating.

Some weeks ago, he had been intoxicated and had shared my bed, for the first time in almost three years.

Alessandro had woken up angrier than I had ever seen him and had called me a useless leech.

As if it was so wrong to have sex with his wife.

After peeling off my clothes, I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.

However, I was extremely shocked to see Alessandro sitting on the bed, with an eerie grin plastered to his lips, when I came out of the bathroom.

"Y-You are here," I stammered, fidgeting with the straps of my bathrobe.

"Why do you look so shocked to see me?" He scoffed. "Have you forgotten that we are married?"

Wait, what was happening?

Wasn't he the same person who hurled an envelope containing divorce papers at me?

Or was I hallucinating?

"I-I don't understand," I stuttered out, and he huffed.

"You don't have to," He spat. "Come and sit on my lap."

I couldn't believe my ears. "W-What?"

Had something happened?

Why was Alessandro acting so weird?

"Fuck this," He gritted out.

Before I could make out what he meant by that, he flung me on the bed.

Catherine's POV

"W-What are you doing, Alessandro? Please I'm not in the mood," I begged, as he loosened the belt of my bathrobe.

He paid no attention to my protests and just smiled wickedly before forcing my bathrobe open, and exposing my nakedness.

"You are my wife and your sole duty in my life is to ensure that I'm always sexually satisfied," He spat, unbuckling his belt and getting rid of his pants.

Interesting. So now, I was his wife because he was in need of a release.

As much as I wanted to have the old Alessandro back, I didn't want him like that.

He was a predator while I was his prey that was shivering with fear as he pried my legs open.

At that moment, I realized that begging him wasn't going to do anything, so I just decided to lie down as take it.

He was right.

My job was to give him sex whenever he wanted whether I was in the mood for it or not.

After all, I lived under his roof and he bore all my responsibilities because I was his housewife.

It was my role to ensure that I always looked pretty and was ready to spread my legs the moment he asked me to.

I was nothing but a human sex doll to him.

Hell, even sex dolls were cared for better than I was.

Scratch that, I was his cum dumpster, nothing more.

The last time we went on a date or one of his company's charity galas was a month after our wedding.

After the devil struck, he had completely changed toward me.

He had changed from the kind and loving Alessandro who used to send mocha frappe and cinnamon rolls to me every morning, when I was a medical student.

The Alessandro that used to buy me the most expensive custom made jewelry and clothing became a monster in the early months of our marriage.

Sometimes, it felt as if an alchemy had occurred one night, and the devil had swapped souls with him.

Because he wasn't the Alessandro that I got married to.

Instinctively, I pressed my legs together while he fervently sucked and fondled my boobs.

"Spread your damn legs, Catherine," He spat, yanking my legs apart. "This is the only thing that you're good for anyway. You are nothing but a leech of a gold digger."

My heart broke into minute irredeemable pieces at his utterance, but I didn't show it.

I only managed an expressionless mien while he lathered my chest with his saliva.

"Your body is so fucking repelling," Alessandro said, but still reattached his mouth to my nipple.

Since you find me so disgusting, please get off me. I inwardly thought.

"You are no longer tight like before," Alessandro sneered, shoving three fingers at once into my pussy. "Have you been whoring yourself out?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I shook my head, knowing fully well that he didn't and would never believe me.

"I-I would never do that," I wept, and he scoffed before forcing his cock inside me.

Today was the worst wedding anniversary ever.

Not only had he asked for a divorce, he had also ignored the food that I had painstakingly prepared for him.

And now, he was forcing me to have sex with him, against my will, while uttering the worst accusations and insults ever.

What exactly could I have done to him that made him hate me so much?

Why did the universe hate me so much?

Was I not worthy of a loving marriage with my first love?

Was I undeserving of a happily ever after?

"Oh, please," He scoffed. "You can't fool me with the miserable despondent aura that you carry about. Be honest with me, how many men have you had apart from me? Are they up to ten? twenty?"

My ears had to be playing tricks on me because I couldn't believe Alessandro's disgusting utterance.

Did he think I was also a serial cheater like him?

How could he even think I would do something like that?

"Laura is older than you yet she's tighter and smarter than you," He panted, delivering brutal thrusts to my pussy.

Laura.

That name always made me sick with jealousy and misery.

She was prettier, smarter, and by far more gorgeous than me, according to Alessandro and his mother.

I had neither seen a picture of her nor had I met her in person, and I was truly thankful for that.

Alessandro didn't even bother with foreplay before forcing his huge cock inside me.

I burst into fresh tears as he wrapped a hand around my throat and fucked me harder.

"Why are you pretending not to like it, huh?" He spat. "Do you act like this with your other men?"

His thrusts were so merciless and swift, that I barely had time to gather myself before he pounded me again.

"I-I have never and would never have sexual relations with any other man but you and you know it." I sniffled.

"That's what I used to think," He scoffed. "Until I found out that I never truly knew you."

"W-What?" I stammered.

"You're a fucking pretender and a foolish tattletale," He spat. "You are also the most immature person that I've ever seen in my life."

He didn't give me a chance to prod him for more information as he tightened his grip on my throat and plowed me as if I had offended him.

This was too much. I thought, gazing up at the ceiling.

An excruciating moment later, Alessandro released his seeds inside me with a groan, with his face buried in the crook of my shoulder.

"You are actually useful sometimes," He grunted, gazing down at me.

As I had no idea of how to respond, I just pressed my lips into a thin line and fluttered my eyes shut.

A few minutes later when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

With a groan, I dragged myself up from the bed, inwardly hoping that the child in my stomach was fine.

Yes, I was pregnant.

I had taken a pregnancy test some days ago, after struggling with incessant bouts of nausea and dizzy spells.

After what happened that night, I resolved to leave Alessandro's life for good.

A toxic marriage like ours was not a safe ground to raise a child.

I didn't want to traumatize my kid.

Even if it meant that I would become a maid somewhere in order to provide for my child, then so be it.

At that moment, the scales of foolishness fell off my eyes and I realized that I couldn't put up with the maltreatment anymore.

I didn't want Alessandro near us in the future or ever.

It wasn't like he cared about me anyway.

Hell, he'd probably host a banquet with Laura after I left.

My former best friend, Mandy, would probably laugh in my face if she found out about how Alessandro had been treating me.

When I told her that I was moving to America with Alessandro, she had strongly warned me against doing so.

And had told me that I would live to regret it.

Like the lovesick fool I was, I had ignored her warning to be with my love.

As I scrubbed my skin under the trickling shower, I wondered why it took me so long to realize how much of an archfiend Alessandro truly was.

Catherine's POV

As soon as Alessandro left the house the next morning, I retrieved the divorce agreement and perused it.

Afterward, I signed on the designated corner before placing the paperwork back into the envelope and placing it on his journal.

I wanted it to be the first thing he saw the next time he decided to come home.

Exhaling sharply, I gave the study one last look and made my way back to the bedroom where my empty suitcase was laying on the bed.

Then, I packed the last bits of presentable clothes that I still had into the suitcase, tossed my hair into a bun and darted the mirror above the dresser a sad look before exiting the room.

"Are you going somewhere, ma'am?" Alice asked as I walked down the stairs with my packed luggage.

"Yes," I said. "I'm going far away from this place and never coming back."

Alice's jaw slacked in shock. "M-Ma'am, is this a joke? Are you really leaving Sir Alessandro?"

"My senses have finally come back to me and I've realized just how dense I was for the last three years." I uttered.

Since I had no parental figure in my life, Alice was like my foster mother.

Even without telling her stuff, she knew everything that I was going through.

Some months ago, she had even given me a suggestion to add some sleeping pills into Alessandro's food, steal his money, and run away from it all.

I had just laughed like a fool instead of taking her advice.

Now that I think of it, I could have drugged him back then, make him open his gold store, and steal all of it.

A piece of gold was about several millions of dollars.

Damn, imagine how wealthy I could have gotten.

Do you think he would have easily let you off the hook? A voice within me scoffed, and I couldn't help but agree with it.

Knowing Alessandro's influence, the police would catch me within hours, and he would lie against me to aggravate my sentence.

Hell, I would probably be sentenced to life imprisonment.

"I can understand, ma'am," She nodded. "So where are you heading to now?"

"I have no idea either," I sighed. "But I have some friends that can help me if I reach out to them."

It was a lie.

I had no friend talkless of friends.

My best friend had unfriended me the moment I decided to abandon my education for a man.

Alessandro had also caged me within the four corners of his mansion and thus, I had no way to socialize with other people.

The only place that I was allowed to visit was the grocery store and I could only spend thirty minutes there, lest his driver reported me to him which was never good.

One time, he had even warned the maids against serving me food for a day because I spent thirty two minutes shopping.

And that was because the cashier was unnecessarily slow and rude.

But Alessandro didn't even allow me to explain myself.

Thankfully, I had survived that day by feeding on the small sachet of chocolate that I bought at the mall with my money, the previous day.

"Very well then, ma'am," Alice said. "Please take care of yourself, alright?"

"Alright, Alice. Thank you for everything," I smiled, fighting back tears.

"Is Madam Catherine leaving?" One of the maids asked as three of them entered the room.

"Why don't you use a megaphone?" Alice darted a stern look. "Have you forgotten that the useless hag of a driver could be lurking?"

"He drove the boss to the company today," The maid pouted, prompting Alice to scoff.

"You don't have to be so harsh on her, Alice," I chided. "And yes, I'm leaving. Take care of yourselves and be good to him."

"Oh, ma'am Catherine, we are really going to miss you," One of the maids, Rachel, started crying which made me sigh.

"Don't cry, Rachel," I placated her by rubbing soothing circles on her back. "I'll be fine. I mean, I lived in this hell for three years, no?"

My statement made all of us burst into a peal of laughter.

When the laughter died down, I darted them a smile. "I guess this is goodbye then."

With that, I trekked out of the house and exited the estate to the bus stop.

I had just fifty dollars on me and I had nothing in the bank.

How was I supposed to even save when I didn't have a job?

"Where are you headed, miss?" The cab driver asked as I hopped into the vehicle.

"Taco bell," I responded, patting my belly.

The last time I ate was at noon yesterday and because I was still in the first trimester of my pregnancy, I could barely stomach anything.

Thus, I had eaten just a pack of crackers.

About thirty minutes later, we got to Taco bells and I paid the driver before he drove off.

Then, I headed inside the restaurant and sat at the most secluded corner of the place.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Would you like me to take your order now?" A waiter stopped at my table to ask.

"Afternoon," I replied. "I'd like some tacos please."

"With what?"

"Nothing. Just water," I managed a fake smile which he returned before leaving.

I had just thirty dollars left on me, so I couldn't even order the smoothie that I was desperately craving at that moment.

Truly, I was overly dependent on Alessandro.

I mean, it had not even been up to an hour since I left his house and I could barely afford stuff.

"You are so pathetic," I muttered underneath my breath as the waiter approached with my order.

"Thank you," I said, to which he nodded, and left.

The aroma from the taco was so enticing that I momentarily forgot about the harsh reality of my life.

I cleared the entire plate within fifteen minutes.

Yes, that was how hungry I was.

However, my stomach was still rumbling with hunger and since I had less than ten dollars left after paying for the tacos, I decided to drink more water.

At least, that would satisfy my hunger until a miracle happened because I honestly had no idea what I was going to do with my life now.

As I downed the last drops of water from the bottle, I felt a shadow looming behind me.

Before I could turn around, the person, a middle-aged man, sat on the chair in front of me.

"Who are you?" I tentatively asked, as I regarded him.

The man looked rich.

"Apologies for my rudeness," He bowed, to which I frowned. "My name is Thomas Dalton."

A confused frown creased my face as he sat on the chair in front of me.

Who was this rich looking man, and why was he apologizing to me?

"You are Miss Catherine Williams, am I right?" He asked.

He even knew my name!

"Yes, what is this about?"

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to find you, ma'am," He started. "You need to come with me right now. Your mother is sick and wants to see you."

My eyes doubled theatrically as my jaw slacked at his utterance.

I had a mother?

And she was sick?

What in the world was going on?