BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: HIS EX-WIFE RETURNS FROM THE DEAD

MELLOW.

“We’re eleven weeks pregnant!” the bitch squeals, exalted by cheers from everyone.

Zeath showing up at the Lupin family’s fucking dinner with his ex-girlfriend is insulting. And I can’t believe my eyes as I gaze at them standing at the table’s head.

He doesn’t explain himself. Nobody does. But they know what the heck’s going on and are hell-bent to leave me in the dark.

A thought knocks on my head, urging me to remove myself from this situation. Yet, I don’t listen.

Instead, I blurt out, “Zeath, babe, what’s going on?”

Zeath ignores me. Now I’m just sat where I am, eyes stuck on him as he pulls out a seat for his ex before sitting beside her.

She softly bumps her shoulder on his then watches as he dishes food for her.

I want to believe it’s a prank. And I’m waiting for someone to say, ‘Got ya!’

Like, can someone please tell me what is going on? I can’t be the only one who’s curious, right?

Except, I am. No one seems to mind. They’re all absorbed in the moment, acting like it’s normal.

And the more their silence stretches, the more it feels like I could choke on my food.

Mama Tia, Zeath’s grandma, has been watching me for some time now. She was always the best comfort: soft-spoken, never hesitated to mention her love for me.

But her next words drive a spike through my heart.

“Whoever feels uncomfortable should leave.”

No one else feels uncomfortable, at least not the way I see it, which means those words are for me.

If only she knew I’m not leaving until I’m done with my dinner.

Zeath’s brother raises a champagne glass. “A toast to my brother, Yolie, and their blessed unborn.”

Everyone raises their glasses with a cheer. I do too, but I’m rather quiet. I only now observe the toaster, East, from beneath my lashes while sipping my wine.

He meets my gaze and smirks, then relaxes in his seat.

“Sorry, I forgot you, Melon,” he says. He’s mocking me. “Shall we toast to your twenty-six years of abstinence, then?”

I scoff.

Fuck East and his rotten toast. I could squash his glass on his head and force the pieces into his mouth. Pray that it cuts the bloody fucker’s tongue.

“I’m sorry, East, but... to hell with you,” I snap, right before Zeath gets up noisily and heads toward the restroom. And despite the eyes on me, I follow him.

Male toilet or not, I stand behind him as he relieves himself. He doesn’t even act like I’m there, going as far as trying to leave when he’s done.

Only I’m faster.

I push myself to his front before resting against the door to block his way out.

“This is about the child, isn’t it?” I rap, taking a breath and a moment of silence before adding, “Or sex.”

Zeath chose not to reply. He slowly walks to stand near the sink, resting his hands on it while looking himself in the mirror.

His side face is what I get—a fucking smoking beauty, but mostly the center of enthrallment that flaunts a crown in the wake of its glory.

I want to hold him like I always did: jump on his massive form and stick my arms and legs around him like a koala while reveling in the feel of his bulging crotch against me.

He’s way past six feet, while I’m just some inch over half of him. The courage to measure my height hasn’t really found me yet.

What’s the use, anyway? It’s better seeing than counting feet, after all.

“Zeath,” I sigh before ripping my backside from the door to approach my husband with a whisper tearing through my lungs. “We were fine... yesterday. This morning too. Fuck, even an hour ago. What went wrong? Where did I go wrong?”

I stop about two paces from him, just enough to view him fully. “Answer me, Zeath, please. We’ve never quarreled, we’ve never argued, we’ve never disagreed or misunderstood each other, so this is just... weird.”

The man tries to walk away again. This time, I push myself on him, nudging him backward with my chest, making sure he doesn’t get an inch near the fucking door.

Every action he takes is bound to siphon the happy memories we’ve had together. And he seems to know that, to want that.

“Is this how you wanna do this? Be weird?” I bark, pissed to the core. “I never thought I’d ever have to do this, but maybe I should!”

Fingers curled and secured, each fist pound repeatedly into Zeath’s chest. “You embarrassed me in front of your fucking family, Zeath! Stop being a coward! You can’t just ghost me, can you? This is not what we are! This is not what we dreamed of becoming, so tell me, babe, tell me why you’re doing this!”

I’m left in a puff and pant state when I’m done, while he merely stands in my front, staring down at me with eyes colder than the Eastern Antarctic.

“Are you being threatened?” I mutter amidst deep breaths, unable to stop my heart from beating very fast. Then I nod as if realizing something. “You’re being threatened, right?”

There’s so much that I know about Zeath. And it’s that he has so many enemies they’re nearly uncountable.

Ones he got from high school and college that grew into adulthood are well-breathing. Not to mention that as Chairman of Lupin Group, it’s either the masses against him or competing Groups.

Hell, even his brother’s a damn villain. And maybe Mama Tia should start shredding her peels of goodwill as well.

Who knew what they made him do? Seeing as I haven’t given him a child or consummated our marriage yet, he must have been pressured into feeling the need for one.

Maybe this is all my fault for keeping to my family’s damn law! What does it provide, anyway, aside from a broken marriage?

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Mellow,” Zeath says flatly, “envy either.”

Those words roll right into my brain. They give me the shits even more.

“You think I’m jealous and envious?” I yell, throwing my hands where I see fit. “Thirty-something fucking months together, and that’s what you reduce me to? I don’t even know if I’m mad at you. Maybe it’s disappointment. I expected so much more, and this shit from you is lower than the ocean’s depths!”

I smack his chest with that last word, then I turn around to open the door, stepping out before facing the motherfucker again. “But, oh, you will tell me the reason. I give you today as a pass. I won’t be so compliant next time.”

The sound of the slamming door is thrilling, satisfying, yet not enough to quench the pain gurging in my chest.

I never knew agony could drive so deep.

How would I, though? I’m the Fanning princess.

Even as my sister would take over my mom’s factories, I got freedom.

And I was satisfied.

How many can say they married the man they loved, attended the school they wanted, and could have whatever in the damn world pleases them?

I’m Mellow Fanning Lupin, the second daughter of Country Zee’s president.

But fairy tales are mere delusions. They’re colorful... even blinding. Until the sheaths come off and worms writhe in the distaste of a painful reality.

Zeath Lupin and I have been married for two years. We are the perfect model couple. Always trending for the right reasons. And we do lovey-dovey shit without minding spectators.

I thought we were in love.

But maybe not.

The pretense only had a quick run under a storm we couldn’t catch its prints—I couldn’t catch its prints.

Now that I’m caught up with it, I’m stepping into its deep footmarks. Squelchy ones that trap my legs in the mud like a sinkhole.

My knees are feeble and threatening to fail in the discomfort of my heels. Still, I keep them going.

I can’t be caught slacking off even as tears claw at my glands, stinging my eyes, an antagonist to my desire to stay strong.