Divorcing My Unfaithful Billionaire HusbandChapter 1
Athena’s P.O.V
Red…
That seemed to be the most prominent color in my life at the moment. Yesterday, it spilled down my thighs, painting my skin in a horrifying crimson river that stole my future.
Today, it bloomed vibrantly in a dozen roses sitting arrogantly on the tiny side table, the only color in the otherwise chrome room. My hands pressed over my swollen stomach and tears welled in my eyes, blurring the edges of the crimson petals.
Were they the same shade? I wondered. The roses and the life I bled out alone… at the bottom of the stairs. Guess I’d probably never know. I wasn’t sure if I’d tripped or if the world had just decided to tilt beneath my feet. One moment, I was leaving our bedroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen to get water, and also calling my husband to remind him about our anniversary dinner tomorrow. I knew he’d likely forgotten while hyper-focusing on his billion-dollar deals and mistresses.