Divorced: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 2

At the Thompson Group, Pascal Thompson arrived at his company and parked his black Mercedes-Benz GLC in the garage. He grinned, getting out of the car and rushing into the building, which was a three-story structure.

"Good morning, sir," the female receptionists on the ground floor welcomed Pascal. The two women stood up, slightly bowing their heads. They wore white shirts and black straight skirts paired with black shoes. Both were fair-skinned and in their mid-20s.

"Morning. Has the heiress of the Williams family arrived?" Pascal asked the receptionist, looking excited.

"Not yet, sir. But we are awaiting her arrival," the receptionist replied with a bright smile.

"Alright. When she arrives, please inform me," Pascal said, quickly taking the elevator to the top floor where his office was. He was eager to meet the heiress, but didn't want to tell his wife, Michelle, that he had been conversing with the infamous Michelle Williams online. Pascal knew he was cheating on Michelle with Fiona Enzo, who had promised to help him talk to the real Michelle Williams in person to secure a deal with the billionaire group.

"Yes, I cannot wait to sign this mega deal," Pascal grinned as his assistant, Gabriel Collins, a man in his early 30s, dark-skinned and nervous, knocked on the door and entered.

"The heiress of the Williams family has arrived," Gabriel announced.

"Welcome her into my office," Pascal said, taking his seat as he was unsure how best to greet Michelle Williams.

Pascal was glad he had listened to Fiona's advice to have his wife, Michelle, stay at home, as she got annoyed easily if she saw him with another woman, which was why she had kept her identity hidden.

The office door unlocked, and Fiona Enzo entered, followed by Gabriel Collins.

"What?!" Pascal exclaimed, springing up from his chair in shock. "Fiona, what are you doing here? Where is the heiress of the Williams family that you informed me was coming?"

Fiona grinned, wearing a red body-con dress that accentuated her figure. "Calm down, Pascal. There's something I need to discuss and tell you the truth about."

"And what's that?" Pascal asked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he watched Fiona approach him.

"Pascal," Fiona began, gently holding his shirt to calm him down. "I am the real heiress to the Williams family. I am Michelle Williams, the real Michelle Williams who hid her identity so that the world could mind their business after my last heartbreak."

Fiona fake-cried, sobbing in Pascal's chest. Pascal stood confused, looking at Gabriel, who quickly exited the office.

"Calm down, babe. This is not why you should be crying. You should have told me the truth about your identity," Pascal said, and Fiona nodded.

"I know. But your wife, she was my friend. She stole my name and used it for her personal gain," Fiona began, and Pascal looked at her in confusion.

"Michelle? Does she know that you are the real heiress of the Williams family? I have asked her before, and she told me she doesn't know anyone from the Williams family," Pascal said, his head aching with the new revelation. He didn't know who to believe: his wife or her friend.

"She knows. She was my childhood friend. My father supported her, and Michelle's real name is Mary Elliott," Fiona brought out an old photograph and showed it to Pascal.

"Mary is your wife's real identity. Her mother was a cook, and after I told her I don't want to use my name anymore, she adopted it. She promised to never tell anyone the truth, which is why she swore never to reveal it to you. But I have fallen in love with you, Pascal, and I cannot continue to hide my true identity from you."

Fiona clutched Pascal's shirt tightly and cried. Pascal was convinced by her story.

"It's okay. I should have known the truth. Michelle or Mary lied to me about her real identity, and not only that, her family was alive, and she lied about everything to me. But why?" Pascal ran a hand through his hair, and Fiona told him, "She's an impostor. But I do not want to report her to my father. It will ruin your affairs with him. I have already told Larry Williams about your deal, and you promised to sign with me. Thus, you have to divorce Mary so that you and I can become married. Only after that can you become a member of my family, and there's no going back."

Pascal was confused by all the new revelations. "Fiona, I don't know if I can divorce Michelle. As a matter of fact, I am still shocked and confused by all you have said. Are you sure that Michelle knew the Williams family and she lied to me?"

"Calm down, babe. You know that's why I told you to send her away from here. I cannot stand seeing her with you and knowing that she is a deceitful person. I tried to put up with it, but I cannot. I think it's high time we tell her the truth, and you will see that she cannot deny it," Fiona said, her expression icy.

"Really?" Pascal asked the woman sitting on his thighs.

"Yes. Trust me. I wouldn't lie to you," Fiona replied, grasping Pascal by his necktie and kissing him hungrily. Pascal couldn't resist her.

"Do you promise to help me get this partnership with the Williams family? I am so glad that I made the right choice and chose you over Michelle. She's not my type, but I always felt that she had something hidden up her sleeve with the way she helped me elevate my company," Pascal said, hesitant to strip off Fiona's dress.

"Don't worry. I will help you secure the deal, and Michelle will be so embarrassed to see that she has been living on my fortune and my family name. Do you recall the partnership with the Lawrence group? I was the one who helped Mary with it, after she came begging me. All the past deals, I did help her, and now, I cannot continue to hide. I want the whole world to know that I am alive and I have found love again," Fiona said, smiling as she looked at Pascal's face directly.

"I want us to become official, and you know what that means: more partnership with the Thompson group," Fiona concluded and kissed Pascal passionately.

"Come, babe, I cannot resist you anymore. I also have one more good news for you, but that's after I finish with you," Fiona said, standing up from Pascal's thighs.

"What's the good news about?" Pascal asked her in a hoarse voice.

"You'll have to wait and see. I need to get off this dress," Fiona said, reaching for her zip to strip off her red dress, wearing black stilettos.

"Babe, we're in my office. Let's wait until we get to the hotel room like usual," Pascal wanted to refute, but Fiona stopped him.

"Don't you want the deal again? I want you now?" She took off her dress, and Pascal swallowed hard.

Fiona moved to meet Pascal, getting on her knees, and she took off his belt and released his organ. With a swift motion, she used her tongue on him and sucked him off.

Pascal groaned, enjoying Fiona's actions. It was one thing his wife at home lacked: a good love-making skill like a wild cat.

Fiona continued to work on Pascal's member with her tongue, sucking his fat, huge member off until he released himself in her mouth.

Stripping off his trousers, Pascal stood behind Fiona's bare back. He bent her over his office desk, making some space, and he picked up his office line to contact Gabriel's phone.

"Don't let anyone into my office. Attend to the clients arriving. I have important business to take care of with Fiona, the heiress of the Williams group," Pascal instructed.

"Alright, sir," Gabriel replied, feeling something was off but daring not to disobey his boss. The office line ended, and he contacted Pascal's secretary to direct the staff to his own office.

"Don't let any client into the boss's office. Direct them to my office," Gabriel told Loretta, who complied.

The duo went back to their work, attending to the other clients arriving.