The Billionaire’s Neglected Wife

Emily sighed blissfully as she relaxed on the bed, her heart beating wildly as she could still feel him inside her.

She wouldn't mind going another round but as far as her husband was concerned, he could only bother to give her one orgasm per night. Sometimes per week.

He had practically rushed away immediately after he came inside her, lying quietly on his back, now as silent as a mouse.

Emily turned to him and reached out to caress his beautiful face but she stopped herself on time from making such a bad mistake.

He hated it when she touched him without permission. However, sometimes, she didn't understand why she needed permission to touch her own husband.

He glanced at her for a second then said in an annoyed tone, “Hopefully, I'll get a child after this time.”

Emily sighed. He just had to bring that up, as always, and ruin the wonderful post-orgasm sensation she felt. Was she nothing more than a baby factory to him?

It's been two years of their marriage and Emily had come to accept the fact that things with her husband would never change. He would never love her the way she loved him. If anything, he was going to keep despising her and would only continue to demean her.

She couldn’t continue with this joke of a marriage. She had wanted to end things months ago, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it because, regardless of everything, she still loved him so much that it hurt.

But she knew now that it would be stupid of her to stay. Really stupid.

When the throbbing between her legs died down, she slowly sat up, bringing her knees to her chest. Then she took a blanket to wrap her naked body and watched her husband as he stared at the ceiling looking as annoyed as he had sounded earlier.

For a moment, she wondered why he was still there. He usually headed for the bathroom after they had sex. He claimed he didn't like having her scent because it made him feel disgusting.

Well, very soon, he wouldn’t have to bother with her at all.

She cleared her throat quietly and then said, “Nicolas. This marriage is not working so let's get a divorce.”

She saw the way his body hardened, and then, in a swift movement, he turned to meet her gaze. He watched her for a moment before he smirked.

“You want us to get a divorce? Now? How can you say that, my precious little darling. I thought you said you loved me more than your own self.” He said mockingly and Emily had to take a few deep breaths to stop his jests from getting to her. She couldn't let herself break down in front of him.

When she got herself, she replied to him.

“I don’t feel that way for you anymore.” She couldn’t say she didn’t love him anymore because she was sure he would know she was lieing.

“Oh, I see…” he nodded slowly. “But you promised you would never even dream of leaving me. So what is the meaning of this all of a sudden?”

She sighed and replied softly, “It's not really sudden and….some promises have to be broken.”

He sat up, looking at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “So you really don't love me anymore?”

“I can't…I mean I don't …have feelings for you anymore. Yes.”

“Why can't you say it?”

“Why can't I say what?” She asked, feeling confused.

“That you don't love me. You keep saying you don't feel the same way but you're yet to be direct. Say, I don't love you.” He smirked again.

“Look…that's just…I mean what does that change?” She sighed. “Alright then. I don't love you.”

“That can't be right,” he said gently, he was so unusually gentle he made Emily shudder. “What happened to the Emily I married two years ago? The one who claimed she'd give up anything to be with me. The one who stalked me and used her rich father to get to me. Where is she now?”

Before she could say anything, he continued, but now in a harsh tone.

“Where’s the shameless bitch who threw herself at me,huh? You're here telling me you want to leave when you couldn't even give me the one thing that has kept me with your dumb ass.”

She blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill out. “Look, let's just get a divorce. Like you said, you couldn't get what you wanted so let's just make things easier for each other.”

“Easier for you. You want to make things easier for yourself.” He laughed sarcastically. “Remember, princess. I told you that I would never make things easy for you in this marriage. You got me like you wanted so I deserve to get what I want too.”

“Please…I just can't. I don't want this marriage anymore. I don't want you anymore.”

“You're so funny, princess. I'd love to stay here and make jokes but I gotta wash off your stench from my body. It's stayed long enough.” He got up from the bed and yawned before heading to the bathroom.

Emily waited till she heard the water rush out from the shower before she got up and slipped on a silk robe. She was going to need a quick drink of her comfort juice.

Strawberry lemonade.

While sitting in the kitchen, sipping her cold cup of strawberry lemonade slowly, she suddenly felt the air shift and knew without a doubt that Nico walked in.

“Strawberry lemonade? Don't you need something stronger, like some black coffee?” He walked to the other side of the counter and made himself some coffee.

Emily felt heat gather beneath her core as she watched him. He looked so good she wished he would fuck her right there on the kitchen counter but unfortunately that was going to remain one of her many fantasies.

“I'm okay with my drink.” She sighed and got up to get a refill but when she passed him he grabbed her wrist which made her gasp before she could think and stop herself.

In their two years of marriage, Nicolas had always avoided touching her in any way. The only time they had contact was during sex and even then he still tried to limit the way he touched her. But here he was, holding her wrist…gently.

He pulled her closer to him and leaned towards her neck, his lips brushing her ear slightly.

“Emiliana. I do not want to hear anything about a divorce in this house again. Don't test me.”

She jerked back a bit because of the harshness of his voice then she mustered up courage to reply to him, “I want that divorce, Nicolas. I'll keep asking for it until you let me go.”

“My princess, do you want to leave that badly?” He asked with a hint of annoyance and she replied defiantly, “Yes. I'm tired of this mess.”

“I see. Well, If that's the case your illegitimate sister you care about so much will lose the business that I helped her to set up. I heard she's having another baby on the way so I'm sure she can't go through the loss right now. So what are you going to do about that?” He smirked.

Emily suddenly felt like such an idiot. Why did she believe he had helped Quinn with a loan for her business out of generosity? Nicolas wasn't a generous man. No. He was and still is an egotistical jerk.

She glared at him, feeling angry at herself for not being able to support Quinn instead.

“Leave Quinn out of this! You can't do that to her just because of me.”

“Trust me, princess. I can do that and more if you keep trying to leave me.”

“Well, fuck you, Nico. Take it back if you want to. I have money so I…”

He interrupted her with a laugh. “You mean you have Daddy's money, right? You and I both know you'd be wretched on your own. You know very well that your father hates that sister of yours and refuses to accept her till now even with all the proof that she's his. So how will you get him to give you money to help her?”

Emily huffed. “You're so…so…God, I don't even know what to call you. You can't do that, you're seen as a generous billionaire. What would the world say when they hear that you took back a loan and destroyed a small business.”

He laughed. “I don't fucking care what anyone is going to think. Poor people are always going to make a huge deal out of small things anyway.”

“You can't do this to me…”

“I can and I will. You’re stuck with me till I get what I want, princess. You’re being so pathetic and it's funny to watch. If you still insist you want to leave, just know you caused your own sister’s downfall. Sad, you didn't even give her a chance to rise.”

The Bastard! He knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with it now. Not when Quinn's business is at stake.

She would stay with him for now but as a new person. The old Emiliana would have to die. She was done putting up with his bullshit.

She pulled her wrist away from his grip and for a second it looked like he was about to reach out for her.

She contemplated saying more to him but she didn’t, instead she dropped her cup on the counter and walked out of the kitchen, headed straight to the guest room.

There was no way she'd be able to sleep in the same room with him anymore.