The Return of Billionaire's Scorned Wife

Chapter 2

Lyra's POV.

"You can't even give me a response? Does that mean you really went to sleep around? Sir Simon will be very pissed," Mrs Elena added without remorse.

This time around, something twisted in my chest. I am the young lady of the house. What right does she have to approach me? Even speak dirty to me.

Without thinking twice, I raised my hand up and lashed my palm across her face. She staggered backward, her waist almost hitting the hand rail.

"You...you...you dare hit me?" She stammered, pointing a shaky finger at me. Her eyes was clouded with shock

and disbelief .

"So what if I slapped you? That's just for correction. You might have been an old worker here, Simon might have allowed you to get away with being silly but I won't. I am the madam of this house?"

Her eyes turned red, her dilated pupils threw daggers at me.

"So what if you are the madam? You are going to be replaced soon, everyone knows that. You are just dwelling on an old stinky glory," she retorted sharply.

The pain I thought was gone returned, this time around in folds. I shut my eyes for a minute while trying to stabilize my breathing.

"A waste of beauty," she added, hissed and walked out of my front.

My leg gave way, my back hit the wall behind and I fell flat. 

Tears rolled down my cheek. 

My nose flared up with hanging mucus dripping down it. Maids passed by me. Some passed me a look of pity, others gossiped about me in a voice loud enough for me to hear.

There was no iota of respect. I was just an object of mockery for everyone. Even mere servants.

I cried till there were no tears in my eyes. When I was done, I forced myself to stand up and walked to my familiar gloomy room.

The room that looks nothing different from a pantry. Just a cold room with a plastered wall, a singular bed and windows. No bedside table. No walk-in closet. No dressing mirror. And for a husband as rich as Simon, it was nothing but a ridicule.

I put up all my little belongings and gathered them in a bag. I felt a wetness on my body. Upon glancing down, I realized that it was blood from my opened stitch.

My body felt very weak which I guess was due to loss of blood and lack of proper recovery from the recently concluded surgery. I flung my bag across my shoulder as I walked my way downstairs.

Beads of sweat had gathered on my forehead when I got down but I was quickly distracted by the body frame leaning against the handrail.

Before he turned around, I quickly hid my bag behind me. He gathered his jet black hair to the side and his distinct features came into view.

Pointed nose. Clear white skin. Soft pink lips. Long dark lashes that made me want to touch them. In the past, I had been swindled and willing to be used just to wake up to this beauty but now...

All I feel is tiredness. I just wanted to stay away from everything and everyone.

He turned around and our faces met. He maintained his usual stern expression but underneath it, there was disguised softness.

"Lyra, come over."

My legs betrayed me as they dragged forward in his direction. I stopped at some cms away from him.

"Follow me, Scarlet fainted after our shopping yesterday. Her condition has really declined, she needs your blood to be stabilized."

It was as if I was electrocuted at the spot. Was this a prank? He didn't even ask about my accident, not even about my surgery.

I was looking lean and pale yet that didn't matter to him. Rather he wanted me to donate blood for his beloved mistress.

Tears got caught up in my throat.

I am very miserable. A jinx Infact.

"Simon, you know I can't..."

He cut me off before I could finish saying anything, his thin eyes stared at me like I was some sort of dirt, "What is with the pretense? Do you think I am going to plead with you? Never!!! You owe scarlet your life. Didn't you convince my grandma to make you get married to me in her place? Her heart gave way because she couldn't take the news."

Unexpected ache shot through my entire muscle. My throat was clogged up with unshed tears. That hurtful line is what I hear almost every time even though it was a lie.

In the past, I would obediently follow behind him to donate blood for his mistress but now...

"I am sick, I really can't donate blood," I said in a shaky voice.

A message popped up on his phone and his face changed upon checking the content. He walked out briefly and returned with a medical team.

"There, take the blood from her."

I was shaken to the core. I might die if a pint is taken from me.

"Take two pints from her."

The doctor quickly interjected, "she looks very frail. I don't think she will survive it. Moreover, she looks like she is ill."

Simon's forehead formed a deep squeeze and he replied in a cold unemotional tone, "Who cares if she dies? At least Scarlet gets to live."

That statement made me stop struggling. I stood still till they drew out the needed blood quantity out of me.

As soon as I tried to take a step forward, my leg gave way. The doctor tried to revive me but Simon stopped them.

"Scarlet needs you guys more. Rush down to her, I will join you soon."

They rushed out, leaving me alone with the devil i call my husband.

"You should be grateful that I didn't divorce you..."

I opened my mouth weakly, "Let's get a divo..."

I was interrupted by the call on his phone. His facial relaxed when he saw the caller  I.D. A subtle smile played on his lips.

"Hii...Okay baby... Alright... On my way."

He rushed out without allowing me to finish my sentence.

With the little strength left in me, I dialed 112. The loud siren sound was the last thing I remembered before giving in to darkness.