My Ex-Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter Three

The morning sun cast its warm glow over the sprawling grounds of the Adams family mansion, illuminating the grandeur of the estate.

Charles stood at the doorstep the living room, his heart pounding, as the imposing figure of his mother-in-law appeared before him, flanked by Michael, her eldest son and his beloved wife Emma, whom had betrayed him by supporting her family to kick him out of their marriage.

It was a scene he had hoped would never come to pass, but there he was.

“Charles,” Mrs. Adams spoke with an air of finality, her voice laced with contempt. “It has become clear to us that you are no longer welcome in our home. Gather all your things and leave.”

Charles’s eyes darted to Emma, searching for a glimmer of support, but her gaze remained fixed on the floor, her silence a painful betrayal. Desperation surged within him, and he fell to his knees, his voice quivering.

“Please, Emma, I beg you to make them reconsider. Our love is worth fighting for,” Charles implored, his voice choked with emotion.

Emma’s mother stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. “You dare to beseech my daughter when you have nothing to offer? You are nothing but a burden, Charles, and we have tolerated you for far too long.”

As Charles gathered his belongings, his heart heavy with sorrow, Mrs. Adams leaned in, her voice low and threatening. “Let this be the last time we see your face, Charles. If you ever set foot on our property again, we will have you arrested.”

Just as Charles finished packing his small belongings, a sleek black limousine rolled up the driveway.

The front door opened, and out stepped Jerry, with a swagger that matched his wealth. He was clad in an impeccably tailored suit that whispered of money.

“Ah, the prodigal son-in-law,” Jerry sneered, his eyes narrowing with superiority. “I trust you understand now that you are incapable of fulfilling your duty to this family. It is my rightful place to marry Emma and ensure the prosperity of the Adams legacy.”

Charles stood tall, his gaze defiant. “You may have money, Jerry, but you will never understand the depths of love and loyalty. Emma and I share a bond that cannot be bought or sold.”

Jerry laughed derisively, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Love, Charles? Love won’t save the family business from its impending doom. But fear not, for with my marriage to Emma, I will provide the company with a huge sum of money, and we will rise to greater heights than ever before.”

Charles’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with determination. “Money may solve temporary problems, but true happiness and success lie in unity and resilience. We will find a way to overcome the challenges together.”

Jerry’s eyes narrowed, his smile replaced by a sneer. “Mark my words, Charles, your days of being Emma’s husband are numbered. The Adams family deserves more than you can ever provide.”

The air was thick with tension. Charles had endured all the series of humiliations from Emma’s family and the unwelcome presence of Jerry, the arrogant suitor who sought to steal his place.

Each word, each remark had chipped away at Charles’ patience until anger coursed through his veins like molten lava. Unable to bear the torment any longer, Charles took a deep breath and stepped forward, cutting through the spacious room until he stood face to face with Jerry. The room fell silent, eyes fixated on the impending confrontation.

“How much?” Charles’ voice quivered with suppressed rage, his eyes locked onto Jerry’s smug face. “Tell me, Jerry, how much is needed to save the company from bankruptcy?”

Jerry raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. “Ten million dollars, Charles. That’s the sum required to keep the company afloat.”

Charles turned his gaze towards his mother-in-law, his voice carrying across the room as he spoke, determination lacing his words. "I will get you the ten million dollars, Mrs. Adams, so Jerry can leave Emma alone. I won’t let you ruin our marriage.”

Before Charles could finish speaking, laughter erupted like a thunderstorm, reverberating off the walls of the living room. The guests members of the family amused glances, mocking Charles’ audacity.

Mrs. Adams, her laughter echoing louder than the rest, spoke through her laughter. “Oh, Charles, you always did have a vivid imagination. But this…this is beyond madness. You think you can ever get your hands on that kind of money?”

Charles’ face flushed with humiliation, but he stood his ground, refusing to back down. “I love Emma, Mrs. Adams. And I will do whatever it takes to protect her.”

The room erupted into a streak of laughter once more, drowning out Charles’ words. It was as if his determination was incomprehensible to those who reveled in their wealth and power. Emma’s family and their esteemed guests dismissed him as an unimportant fool.

With a heavy heart, Charles watched as Mrs. Adams, her laughter subsiding, approached him with a coldness in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned in close, her voice dripping with disdain. “Leave, Charles. Leave this house and never return. You have no place here.”

As the weight of rejection settled upon his shoulders, Charles turned to Emma, his eyes filled with pain. But before he could utter a single word, the door was slammed shut in his face.

The resounding thud reverberated through his soul, sealing his fate as an outsider in a world that thrived on wealth and indifference.

With a heavy heart and a wounded spirit, Charles left the mansion, the echoes of laughter haunting his every step.

In that moment, he vowed to prove them wrong, to fight for his love and to rise above the state of his existence, even though he had no idea how.

But Charles was fueled by a fire within him—a fire that burned brighter than any sum of money and propelled him towards a future where love triumphed over wealth.

As Charles walked away from the house, burdened by the weight of loss and betrayal, he carried within him the fire of determination.

He vowed to prove his worth, not just to the Adams family, but to himself. In his heart, he knew that love and integrity would guide him, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.

Charles stood outside the imposing Adams mansion, his heart heavy with a mixture of humiliation and despair.

The morning had been a storm of insults and bitter humiliations, fueled by his wife's family. They had ejected him from their luxurious home, severing the last thread connecting him to a life of privilege and comfort.

Now, he found himself standing on the threshold of uncertainty, with nowhere to go except his mother’s modest house.

The sun shone down upon him, casting a shinny glow on his rejected appearance. The autumn breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves as if they carried secrets of their own.

Charles’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, contemplating the wreckage of his marriage and contemplating what awaited him in the humble abode of his childhood.

Just as he sank deeper into his thoughts, a sudden beep sounded from his pocket, jolting him out of his thoughts.

He fumbled for his phone and retrieved it, his eyes widening as he read the message displayed on the screen: “You have received 20 million dollars.” His heart raced, and confusion formed in his brow as he wondered who could be playing such a cruel prank on him.

He scrolled through the message, desperately searching for any hint of its origin.

The bank’s logo stared back at him, assuring him that this was no joke. How could it be? He had never possessed such a huge amount of money in his entire life.

A mixture of disbelief and excitement coursed through his veins, blending into a mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

Charles’s mind raced, trying to make sense of this unexpected windfall. Had his wife’s family, in an odd twist of fate, decided to free him from his newfound financial state as a farewell of some sort?

But it seemed unlikely. The wealthy and influential Adams clan had made it abundantly clear that he was no longer welcome among their ranks. So where had this life-changing fortune originated from?

Charles’ thoughts played on, questioning his own actions, trying to find any justification for this confusing occurrence. Had he unknowingly inherited a fortune?

Was there some long-lost relative whose existence he was oblivious to? Charles had always considered himself ordinary, a man of modest means, content with a simple life.

The sudden influx of wealth seemed unbelievable, like a mischievous prank playing tricks on his fate. With his mind ablaze with questions and possibilities, Charles took a deep breath and turned his gaze towards the road in the distance.

A renewed determination flickered in his eyes. Perhaps fate had smiled upon him, delivering this unexpected blessing in his darkest hour.

Regardless of its source, this influx of wealth represented a lifeline, a chance to rebuild his shattered existence perhaps.

As he took his first steps towards the road, a sense of hope ignited within Charles’s chest. He would confront the mysteries behind this unexpected windfall, uncover the truth, and forge a new path for himself.

The morning's events had forced him out of his home, but it had surprisingly opened the door to a world of possibilities he had never dreamed of.