The Return of Billionaire's Scorned Wife

Chapter 3

Lyra's POV

The blinding light from the morning ray woke me up the next morning. There was a doctor beside me, scribbling down some infos on his note.

My body felt tight, a little groan escaped my mouth which pulled the doctor's attention to me.

"Hello, how are you feeling?" He asked, softly feeling my forehead temperature with the back of his palm.

I smiled softly, "better."

A soft sigh of relief left his lips, then he said, "How did you manage to lose so much blood? Didn't you know your wound was infected? You were very close to getting the wound infected," as professional as he sounded, I still felt like a child being chastised.

I pressed my lips together.

"You need to get a family member here, we need someone to monitor your health."

Family? Sounds like a luxury. I have lost my parents long before I could remember. My uncle, Ethan has stepped up only for a few months and as soon as the properties left behind were gone, I was disposed of like trash.

Raina is the only person left for me as a family , she is my best friend and has been my only backbone since God knows when.

She picked up at a go, her loud yell almost blocked my eardrum. I briefed her about the recent events and she came around within minutes.

"That bastard!! I knew he was up to no good. No wonder he looks that ugly," she yelled as she stepped into my ward.

I chuckled, my eyes glued to her angry face. Truthfully, Raina has always disliked Simon but her calling him ugly sounded like a myth. He was far from being ugly.

"Can you tune down a little? I am having a headache," I replied in a calm tone.

Her shoulder slumped as she dropped her bag beside me. Her previously angry face softened as she took a seat beside me.

"See how pale you look. You are still gorgeous regardless. I don't know why you have been stuck with that bastard," She said, her voice shaking with emotion.

 I just smiled and reached out for her hand.

"Dont worry, I am no longer smitten by his charm. I am now decisive."

Her face lit up with joy, her hand held mine firmly, "Are you serious? That's such good news. I almost thought he was your savior."

She wasn't far from the truth. Simon indeed was my savior but now? I have repaid all my debts. I have donated more than enough blood, I have slept in cold walls to repay my debt.

I had thought I was stupid for holding on for four years but now! I no longer blame myself. I am saved and I am never going back. Not to that slum!!

The next few weeks at the hospital were the most loved I have felt. Raina was always around to keep my company, she was either feeding me or gisting me. 

During all that time, the world felt lighter, my mental health was back to 100, I felt bolder and more confident. Surprisingly, my thought never went to Simon, even though he never called once to check

up on me.

Today was one of the days Raina goes out for grocery shopping, she would usually get me enough fruits to last me till the next shopping.

I laid on the bed, staring coldly at my bag. I am thankful that it wasn't left behind when the ambulance picked me up. Just as I began reminiscing on the next thing to do, Raina barged in.

Her forehead was covered with sweat. It looked like she ran all the way here.

"Lyra, are you fine?"

I was confused. Of course I am fine, why the sudden question?

A commotion sound came from the garden which was just below my window. I got intrigued and stared down.

Below me was Scarlett and Simon, it looked like she had come to ring the bell. She was free from whatever silly ailment was wrong with her.

Contrary to Raina's expectation, I wasn't moved. My heart was empty. It was just...disgusting to watch them make noise and disturb other patients.

"Your husband is such a bastard, I feel like beating him to pulp."

I bursted into long laughter.

"Dont worry, he isn't worth it. Reserve your energy."

My eyes went to a corner of my bag, it caught my old purse. That purse_

I rummaged through it and came across some of my old documents. Most importantly, the card I was given at the last designer's competition I had participated in and won.

This!! I have forgotten to check the amount, maybe I could do something with it. I blew the little dust around it away before checking the amount on it.

I was blown away, my feet staggered backward. I almost lost consciousness.

"How...how come ?"

There were not four...five or... six zeros. It was eight fucking zeros in pounds.

My breathing almost stopped. This brought back memories...

My mother used to be an excellent jeweler, she designed great jewelries and was very very popular. Although, she hid the fact that she was a mother away from the public. I was her only child and she wanted me to live properly like a kid I was.

All her skills were passed on to me. I was even better than her in designing but only my family and her assistant knew this. 

After my mothers death, her assistant wanted me to

Continue with her brand but I was scared, what if my mother's death was associated with her special designing skill? I let go of the opportunity.

One day, her old assistant, Mr Barry desperately pleaded with me to join the international designer competitions as I was skilled in fashion designing as well. I was hesitant but still took on the opportunity.

Surprisingly, I won. With a hidden identity.

Everyone wanted to know who the genius behind the mystical design was but I didn't dare show face.

The day I gathered enough courage to take over my mother's foregone brand was the day Simon's grandma pleaded with me to marry him.

Just like that, I let go of my dream. I let go of all my identity just to be with him.

Now, I am not going to bow to anyone. With this much money, I will build a big brand. Design outstanding products and showcase them to the world.

I will remind them of who Sandra, my mother was and how her only product will outshine her.

I will rebrand and shake the designing world. But before then, let's get my initial back to 'Miss'. I need to finalize my divorce with the scumbag I call a husband.