Mr Billionaire's Unwanted Wife novel Chapter 25

I come out of the car as Mr. Branton, the chauffeur, opens the door for me.

I will be right back, Mr. Brant, you don't need to wait for me here. I will call you once I am ready to come home. I told him, and he nodded while bowing down a little in front of me.

I came here to explore New York, as me and mom and Skylar went to the saloon, and my body wax, with a manicure, pedicure, and hair spa, was done, but their's was still running,

And I'm glad that I've decided to explore this beautiful city of New York since they were still in the saloon. Once they finish, Skylar will give me a call.

I hummed my favourite song, "Love me as you do," while walking around

I gasped when a force bumped me, making me stumble back.

I raised my eyes and automatically my lips stretched when I found Eric.

"Eric," it's been a long time since I've seen him; he was the only person who was friendly and concerned about me when I first arrived in New York.

That day, when I went to a café looking for a job, I was hungry as hell, as I didn't have my breakfast in a hurry.

But, he offered him cookies with coffee that day. He was a very good guy. He was so kind and I think a true gentleman.

I noticed the delivery bag he was carrying.

"Hey, did you start delivery too, with serving in a café?"

"Yaa, actually Sky went on vacation with his girlfriend, so I am covering up for him too," he said while scratching his neck.

"Oh, how are you?" I wrapped my arms around him.

He smiled and hugged me back.

"Now, after seeing your face, it's much better."

I pulled away from him, taking some steps back.

What did he mean by this that, by seeing my face he feels better, that there is anything which is in front of me but I can't see it?

What was exactly that?

"So, you look more pretty now," he smiled while looking at me.

"Thank you," I said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking around.

"I am just hanging out." I smiled.

"How was your husband?" he practically screamed.

With a pinched expression

Is he talking about Adrian? Did he say he didn't like him?

"He was also good," I said, smiling, while scratching my neck.

"I'm, actually, my delivery service was done. Would you like to come with me, for a coffee at my place?" he asked while taking hold of my hand.

What, at his place? Don't mind Emberly, remember he was a good guy; it's safe to go with him. All he asked for was a coffee and nothing big deal in it. He did so much for me when no one was there.

So, I nodded, and we sat in his plain hatchback car.

On the way, I messaged Skylar not to wait for me, as I went with a friend to hang out.

Finally, he stops the car at his house.

His house was simple. The plain house is not much bigger, but I like the plain house more than mansions. The plain house gives us a cosy home feeling, unlike mansions.

He placed the coffee mug on the kitchen island.

"What do you mean?" I snapped.

"It's clear, you married that billionaire because you wanted nothing but money, right? You wanted a luxurious lifestyle. That's why you became his bed warmer, right?"

"Enough," I clenched my fists, "I was trying not to say anything, but now you've crossed your limits."Okay, let me clear one thing: It's none of your fucking business if I spend time with my husband, or not, and don't you ever come into my personal space again. " I grabbed the hem of my bag and bolted from his house.

I quickly pulled out my phone and called Mr.Branton, tears welled up in my eyes, and I clenched my teeth and wiped them, but winced when I felt a sharp pain over my cheek, I'd guess, that, I hurt my cheek-side area, by my nails when I wiped my tears, but it's nothing in front of this sick feeling I was in.

I've always seen it in movies; how pathetic and bad one feels when their character is defamed, but I never understood it then. It's hurting like hell now.

I've never heard anyone call you a whore or accuse you of being a gold digger before, so I have no respect for you.

Mr. Branton arrives in just five minutes.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Campbell?" he asked when he noticed my state.

I shake my head as more tears come out of my eyes.

"Nothing is okay, everything is just a mess," I cried harder and I felt arms wrapping around me, caressing my hair gently.

Mom informed me that he had been with them for 40 years.

I hugged Mr. Brant even tighter, hoping to find some peace in my heart.

"No, who told you? I think you're the purest soul, and with a very great heart which can melt anyone," he said, and I pulled away from him, wiling away my tears.

I looked at him, thinking that if I had known about my father, he would have comforted me in the same way, but I am an orphan...

"How can you say this to me?" I sobbed, and he rubbed my back gently.

He smiled as he took my hands in his and wiped away my tears.

I blinked several times. What did he just say? Adrian started liking me.