The Billionaire's Retribution

Another Heartbreak

Marcus was still shocked seeing the huge amount of money in his account, it was unbelievable, he raced to the kitchen, on the tap then poured water on his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming, he then rebooted the phone to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning. He was going crazy.

But to his greatest surprise, the money was still there.

Marcus tried to call the number, but then discovered that it was a private number, he then scrolled through his contact to check if he might think of someone who would have done that.

What a joke, he was a very broke man, which billionaire would want to have his number, his contact lists weren't even up to twenty. Many questions ran through his mind, this must be a mistake, they might have gotten the wrong number. He tried contacting the customer care but they weren't helping either.

He checked his phone every two minutes to see if the sender would call or text, but nothing came, and time was running late, Marcus eventually fell asleep on his couch.

The next morning, Marcus was woken by a constant ringing from his phone, he quickly picked the call, hoping it was the sender.

"Hello Mr Marcus"

"Hello, who's this"

"I'm Maxwell, and I would like to book you for a photo shoot. I'm getting engaged to my girlfriend tonight," the caller said.

Marcus sighed, it wasn't what he had expected, he reluctantly agreed, and ended the call, he had agreed the venue and time with the man, it was going to be this night.

Marcus then realized that he had lost his camera, he remembered when he threw it at that man last night. What was he going to do now, it was the only one he had, and he knew he couldn't go back there to take it, nor could he afford a new one. What a great misfortune, lost his wife, lost his job and also his camera. Triple misfortune.

But then amidst his thoughts, someone arrived at his house, he forgot to lock his door last night and so she just walked in, it was his wife Hannah.

"Looking for something" she said as she raised up his lost camera.

"What are you doing here Hannah?" Marcus asked, he had started to hate her so much, her mere presence was pissing him off.

"Come to return something to you, I know you would die of hunger without it" she said, walking around the small sitting room as she dropped the camera on the centered table.

"You've come to insult me more haven't you?" Marcus asked.

Hannah's words pierced Marcus like barbed arrows, each one a venomous reminder of his inadequacy. "You'll always be insulted until you're rich," she declared, the cruel assessment tearing at his self-worth. "Money is the key, Marc. Without it, no one will ever love or respect you." Her callous remarks seared his soul, leaving him feeling smaller, more insignificant than ever before.

Marcus still couldn't believe this was his wife, he stood there listening, as she kept on insulting him, calling him names, every second that passed he hated her more, and he was just controlling himself not to hit a woman.

"Just go away Hannah" Marcus said.

"Well there's another reason why I came"

Hannah then brought out a paper with a pen from her small bag.

"This is our divorce papers Marc, you and I know this relationship won't work anymore, so just sign it" Hannah said.

"You can't be serious Hannah!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"I'm not signing it, you can't just end our marriage like that '' Marcus refused to sign the paper, it brought an uproar of arguments between the two couples.

Hannah's words sliced deeper, wielding them like knives. Each painful name—coward, trash bag, good-for-nothing husband, a useless man—struck Marcus like a physical blow. He bore the weight of every insult, his clenched fists trembling in the fight to contain his seething anger.

If she weren't his wife, if she weren't a woman, he'd have wiped that condescending smirk off her face. The urge to make her toothless taunted him, yet the unbreakable barrier remained—he could never lay a hand on a woman, especially not his once-beloved wife, no matter how much her words tore him apart.

Marcus finally agreed to her terms.

"Fine!" He yelled as he dragged the pen and paper from her hand and signed it.

"That's what you want right? Well here it is, you can get out of my house now!" Marcus ordered.

"Your house? You mean your rented apartment" Hannah mocked, as she took the papers and made her way out. But then stopped at the door.

"Oh I almost forgot Marc, your rent expires tomorrow, it's a good thing I left you quickly otherwise I might just be stuck under the bridge with a loser like you" she said followed by a sinister laughter.

With this she left, slamming the door afterwards.

Marcus sat on his couch, he was very depressed, her words hurt so much. He thought they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, but poverty became a barrier, but in a way her words were right. He would never be respected until he became rich.

At this point Marcus wished he was rich, he wish he came from a wealthy family, he wished he was among all those top tier Billionaires, but wait, he was rich already, a hundred billion dollars was still in his account, why was he bothering himself, his house was due for rent, but he could buy himself any type of mansion he wanted, no matter it's size, cost or design, he could buy whatever he wanted in his life. But still he decides not to.

It's not the right way, the owner of the money might call, and he doesn't want to be a bad person, he wouldn't like it if someone spends his hundred billion when mistakenly sent to their account.

Wait, where or how's he going to even get a hundred billion from. His account balance was just $608 not even up to $1,000, and he was saving that money for him and Hannah's one year anniversary, which was tomorrow. But everything got ruined