Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 114

It was still early in the morning, the sun had not even come up yet but today was a special day. I was going to be whisking my wife away for the birthday trip of her dreams. She had always wanted to be on a boat in the Mediterranean and that was exactly what I was going to give her.

When she decided that she wanted to finish the movie I knew that it had not been an easy decision. But I also knew that this was something that she needed to do. Not only for herself but for the sake of her commitment to her craft. She loved creating live us and this was her passion. I didn’t want her to walk away from it simply because of fear.

I could tell the first few days being back here had been a pain but now with the movie wrapping up and with her load being lifted a little, she was in need of some vacation time.

My phone buzzed on the counter as I packed the last of her toiletries while she slept in the room.

When I saw the caller ID I declined it almost immediately.

This woman had been calling me non-stop for the past three weeks. She had sent me almost 100 messages and a multitude of voicemails. She had even attempted to send something to my workplace. I was at my wit’s end with her. She didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

The last time I had seen her had been in the hospital when she had come with the very flowers that my wife hated while she lay in bed fighting for her life. It was only now that I could see what Adelaide had been talking about the entire time. Angela was as conniving and cunning as a snake.

And I had allowed her into our garden. But I refused to let that negative energy back inside our lives again. I was going to protect my family with everything that I had inside of me because that was exactly what my wife deserved.

I continued to pack my wife’s bags. But then my phone rang again.

It was her. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Again. I ignored the call but not even two minutes later, she was calling again. It was 4 in the morning on a Thursday, no less.

Instead of hanging up the phone again, I just decided to answer it. I pressed the cell phone against my ear and waited for her to speak.

“You finally answered my call,” her voice sounded so different from when I had last heard it. “I was starting to think that you were avoiding me on purpose.”

The woman was so delusional that she even added a soft laugh at the end.

“Stop calling me, Angela.”

There was a loud silence on the other side of the phone. The only thing that I could hear was heavy and rather labored breathing

“What do you mean that I need to stop calling you?” She almost sounded somewhat sad. “Are we not friends?”

“I already told you that in the hospital. I do not want to be friends with you anymore. You are not to be a part of my life, Angela

I needed to make sure that this time the message stuck with her.

“You try to drive a wedge between me and my wife, and that is not something that I take lightly at all. You put not only my marriage on the line, but you put my wife’s health on the line as well.”

“Why are you treating me like I’m some kind of criminal? I was not the one who hurt your wife. She was the one who was clumsy and fell on her own.”

“You are not to say a single thing about my wife, do you understand me?”

I was doing my best to keep myself under control, but the girl knew how to get under a person’s skin. She knew what my weak point was and she was going to exploit that for all it was worth.

“The only reason I even answered the phone was because I wanted to make it perfectly clear to you that I do not want to be your friend, nor do I want you to be a part of my life. What we had, our friendship is done, it is dead.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond. I simply hung up the call and blocked her number. It should have been something I did a long time ago. She was no longer allowed to have access to my life like that.

“You okay?” I turned to find my wife dressed in one of my shirts that was two sizes too big for her. She leaned against the door frame looking as beautiful as ever.

“How much of that did you hear?”

She shrugged, stepping into the room. “Enough to know that Angela is psychotic and that I have the best husband in the

entire world.”

Without warning she launched herself at me. Luckily I was able to catch her and lift her up by her ass cheeks. I palmed her perfectly peachy behind as her legs came around my waist. She pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss that thawed away all of the ice from the conversation I had with Angela.

When we pulled apart I was more at ease.

“What did she say?” She brushed a few stray strands from my face, her hand coming to rest on my cheek.

“Nothing that concerns you, my love.” I didn’t want her worrying about these trivial things especially when her birthday was only a few short days away. “I have a surprise for you.”

That piqued her interest almost immediately. “This early in the morning?”

I nodded with the cheesiest grin on my face. “Remember how you said you always wanted to tour the Mediterranean?”

“Yes…” She tilted her head to the side trying to work out where I was going with this.

I waited for her brain to catch up. Her eyes lit up immediately when it finally dawned on her.

“You didn’t?” I loved the way her eyes lit up in complete and utter disbelief. “Are we… we are going. I can’t even find the

words.”

“Surprise baby.” 1 placed a peck on her lips. “The plane takes off in the next two hours so we better get ready.”

“Two hours? I haven’t even packed.”

“I have all of that covered, all you need to do is just show up and enjoy the journey. I will take point on this baby, it’s your birthday celebration.”

She deserved this. She had earned this rest and relaxation time.

Ever since we had gotten back from Vegas, she was always in one of two places. She would either be on set or she would be at home. I knew that walking through the streets of LA would be hard for her. Especially when it hadn’t even been a month after losing the baby. We had put out a joint statement a few weeks back, but these media vultures were always hungry for more. They always try to catch glimpses of her face. They would wait outside of the studio just so that they could catch at glimpse of her like they wanted to see if she was truly suffering or if she was moving on smoothly.

That was the one thing that I hated most about this business, they loved to build you up just so they could enjoy your downfall. It was a tragic and toxic cycle that needed breaking.

For the first time in what felt like weeks. I could finally see the horizon. It was that kind of feeling where you had been struggling to breathe, struggling to survive and now finally you were tasting the first bit of fresh air after being drowned.

But I should have known that happy moments for me didn’t last long. If only I had seen it coming maybe then I would have been able to protect her better. I should have seen it coming, after all, I was the one who had drawn the first sword.

I should have never underestimated her, and now my wife was to pay the price for my error.