Billionaire's Unlucky Wife

Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Happy. That’s what everyone around me seemed to be feeling except for me. I was drunk but apparently not tipsy enough to forget the daring truth written boldly before my own eyes. My eyes shifted over to my three friends, dancing on the floor like they didn’t have any problems in the world. It was ten at night at night, the club in full swing and yet the alcohol did nothing to pull me out of my thoughts.

“f*****g bastard,” I cussed under my breath, scrolling through my contact list, calling Rodriguez with instructions to come pick me up in exactly an hour.

“You should perhaps join your friends on the dancefloor. They seem to be having quite a great time,” I raised my eyes, peering at the bartender.

“I’m perfectly fine where I’m, Julian,” Why could he not butt his face in things that don’t matter to him?

“I’m not saying you are not fine but you do look a bit…sad sitting here all by yourself. A little letting go wouldn’t hurt anybody you know,” he shrugged, handing over a cocktail he’d just made to a customer.

“Letting go? What do you take me for?” Instantly his face paled in horror.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking about letting your emotions show. What happened yesterday affected you but instead you are putting this perfect persona for your friends. Why? Why don’t you let yourself get mad or get sad? You are allowed to rage when you feel wronged,”

“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do about my feelings?” I breathed heavily,” And for the record, you know nothing about me and my husband, okay? Stick to your job and stop butting your head into my life,”

I stood up, storming out of the club, somehow completely stable in my heels. I should have probably brought a coat or something warm to defend me against the chilly night.

“Who does he think he is, huh? Talking about what I should feel like he knows everything in this world,” I scoffed under my breath.

I got lost in my rant that I didn’t notice where I was going until I ran into a woman, my purse dropping on the sidewalk with my phone slipping out of it.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t watch where I was going,” she quickly went down on her knees grabbed my phone and purse handing them to me but then her eyes suddenly widened, almost as if in recognition,” Oh my God! I know you. Chanel Wilson, CEO of Ignite Marketing company and appeared in 50 under 30 Successful women in the business industry,”

“Well, its always nice to meet a fan,” I forced a smile, putting my phone back into my purse.

“You are inspiration. You have the perfect life with the perfect husband and a successful career a.ka, The woman who has got it all,” She smiled broadly.

Perfect husband? How was Dane perfect if he was good at hurting someone who cared about him so much?

“Thank you…” I trailed off before adding,” Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,”

“Oh, I didn’t say it,” She extended her palm shaking mine with the same enthusiastic smile dancing on her face, “I’m zynthia, though you’ll probably not remember it by-“

“C-Cynthia?” I stuttered, feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Cynthia? Could she be…

“Oh, I wish. My mother decided to add a tweak to it and instead of C, mine is pronounced with a Z even though most of the time people still don’t get to hear the difference in pronunciation and so it brings about…” Her voice trailed into the distance as I felt panic speed up through me as I walked away, flagging down a taxi and getting into the back.

“Where to Miss?”

“J-Just drive around,” I said, feeling a little shaky.

I had panicked but only because it was hitting me suddenly that Julian was right. I mean, just a minute ago, I almost lost my sanity because of a stranger I met. What if I actually let myself rage and confront Dane about everything? Suddenly being in this car felt suffocating and when I peered outside, we were near the park.

“Here would be fine,” I said.

After he dropped me off, I switched off my phone and with it being late at night, there was barely anybody at the park. I sat down on a park bench, staring into nothingness. Nothing could heal the pain aching in my chest. It was untouchable and for the first time since I found out about Cynthia, I let myself feel every ounce of the pain. It racked up my body and I let it conquer every sane thought ion my mind. Finally, the first came, rolling down my cheek and still I didn’t bawl out. Instead, I stayed quiet, consume by the pain mixed with rage building up inside my chest.

“Bad night, huh?” I heard a man’s voice as he slid next to me but not once did, I bother to look at him.

I couldn’t even answer him because I was afraid the moment I opened my lips, I would scream out in rage.