Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Lotus’ P. O. V

The days seemed to go by in a blur. I was more immersed in my work.

I sat alone in our dimly lit living room, anger simmering within me like a volcano about to erupt. How could Peter do this to me? How could he stay away for days without even a phone call? My mind replayed all that had happened. All the promises he had made, and now they seem to be broken. I clutched my phone tightly, hoping for a message, a missed call, or anything to reassure me that he still cared. But the silence was deafening. I was expecting him to give me an explanation, to explain why he was kissing Sheila, but none came. Nothing, I was just an expectant fool. He made sure not to come home for days and ignored it like it didn’t mean anything. He acted like what he did was not something that needed explanation. The twins were having some extracurricular activities in school, and I took a break from work. I headed home straight to clear my head and set it straight.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Natasha walked in, her gaze brimming with sympathy. She knew how devastated I felt; she had seen me through similar moments before. She had her own share of trying to reach him, but it was all a failed effort. She couldn’t get across to him for the sake of morals and not alerting the hungry media waiting for information to pounce on.

“Lottie, I’m so sorry,” she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. “I can’t believe Peter would do this to you. It’s just so unthinkable.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes as I nodded, my throat tight with emotions. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Natasha. I can’t keep living like this, constantly wondering where he is and who he’s with. God knows who he is with now.”

Natasha reached out and squeezed my hand gently. “I promise, Lotus. I’ll talk to him. Maybe he needed a wake-up call. And in the meantime, I can help you with the kids. You deserve a break.”

Her words offered a glimmer of hope, and I felt a flicker of determination ignite within me. “Thank you, Natasha. I need to talk to Peter face-to-face. I’ll ask him to come home and be the father and husband he promised to be.”

Without hesitation, Natasha agreed, taking on the role of temporary nanny for my two adorable children. I called my driver, instructing him to take me to Peter’s office. As a successful businesswoman in my own right, I knew the ins and outs of this corporate world. I was prepared to confront my husband, demand answers, and lay down my petitions. Maybe there would be a light in my dark tunnel soon.

When we arrived at Peter’s office building, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, slinging my bag over my shoulder. The grandeur of the building mirrored Peter’s success, his ambition, and the life we had hoped to rule together. But was that all a farce now? A baseless pretense?

I approached the reception desk, my voice calm yet determined. “Excuse me, miss. I need to see Mr. Peter’s. It’s urgent.”

The secretary, a young woman with perfectly styled hair and a professional demeanor, smiled politely and picked up the phone. After a brief conversation, she turned her attention back to me. “I’m afraid Mr. Peter is in a meeting at the moment. Would you like me to pass on a message?”

Confusion washed over me, conflicting with my determination to confront Peter. How could he be in a meeting when he hadn’t been home for days? My mind raced with possible explanations, none of which brought me any comfort.

“No, thank you,” I replied, gently brushing off her offer. “I need to speak with him directly. It’s urgent.”

Ignoring the secretary’s protests, I marched towards Peter’s office, my heart pounding in my chest. The security team tried to stop me, their voices masked with concern and warnings.

“Mrs. Robinson, you can’t go in there. Mr. Peter is in a meeting.”

But I refused to back down. I needed answers, and I needed them now. My determination grew stronger with each step, overriding any sense of logic or restraint. The door to Peter’s office loomed ahead, and I prepared myself for whatever awaited me on the other side.

I burst into his office, my eyes widening as I took in the scene before me. Peter sat behind his desk, his gaze fixed on a woman that made my blood boil. Sheila. They seemed deep in conversation, their heads leaning close together as if sharing a secret.

The shock was palpable, like a slap in the face. The pain of betrayal coursed through my veins, threatening to consume me. I couldn’t look away or hide the devastation that filled my core to the brim.

Peter’s eyes met mine, and guilt flashed across his features for a split second. But just as quickly, it was replaced by cold indifference, a flicker of detachment in his eyes. It was then that I knew everything had changed.

At that moment, the world shattered around me, and with it, any remnants of the love and trust I had once held for Peter were banished like a shadow in the light. As our gazes locked, words failed me, unable to express the depth of my pain. I stood there. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t stand and defend my marriage.

“What’s this, Peter?” I croaked out.

“You think you have the right to barge into his office anyhow?” Sheila snorted, and my hands wanted nothing more than to land her face a befitting slap.

“Leave Lotus. We will talk when I return home.”

Tears brimmed my eyes as I turned back, shaking my head slowly. I turned and sped away only to stop at the entrance of the reception, where I saw staff and some men holding out their phones to take videos.

“The second any of these comes out, consider your career gone!” They hastily obeyed, and I walked away.