After Divorce, I Became A Billionaire

Cattleya’s POV

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" he asked, his voice low but deep that’s full of pain and anger towards me.

I smiled bitterly and bit my lower lip as I looked away, wiping the tears from my eyes, "Why should I tell you about it?" I snarled at him.

"Because I’m your husband. I deserve to know the truth." he said.

I let out a low-volume laugh while furiously rolling my eyes, "Really?! I can't get in touch with you because you're always busy with Jasmine. And for three weeks, I have not received a call from you! I never get a call from you, Hugo...."

He spoke in a strained voice, "That's not fair. I was busy with work, Catt.," while he drooped his head and sighed in exasperation. His hands rattled with despair. And he added, "I've been putting in a ton of time at work and at night trying to figure out things with the company, and Jasmine is just...."

I arched an eyebrow and stared at him in the eyes, "Just your secretary? I know she’s not just a secretary, she shared a room with you during business trips. So, don’t try to make me look like a fool, Hugo. I’m not a fool to believe all your lies."

Hugo took a step forward and tried to grab my hand. "Catt, You're just making things up; why do you think I'm cheating on you?!"

"Why? Because it's the truth!"

"Shut the fuck up, will you?" he asked, as if he were done with my whole mess.

Tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I scowled at him. There was a tight silence between us. The room was filled with our tense, angry, and frustrated feelings toward each other. I always tried to make peace with him, but now I've had enough. I can't stand feeling the same pain over and over.

"Let's end this marriage."

"What?"

"Hugo, I'm thinking we should divorce. Please, L-Let me go already! I’m done, I’m done with you…." I said through tears and a hoarse voice.

(Flashback)

I remembered the first time I saw him; I didn't know that an eighteen-year-old boy would be my salvation.

It was pouring rain that day, and I saw him getting beaten by gangsters. I rushed to him, held his hand, and took him to the hospital.

As the days and weeks passed, he kept coming back to look for me. He even sent me a different flower every day to get my attention. Until one day, he confronted me and asked, "Are you avoiding me?"

I looked up into his eyes and gasped, "N-No."

"I like you," he said as he blocked my way and locked the classroom door.

"What are you doing? You can't lock the door, it's just you and me here, people will speculate..."

"I said, I like you, and I want you to be my girl."

His arrogance made me smirk and sighed in frustration, "Just because I saved your life it doesn't mean that I want to be your girlfriend."

"I like you, Cattleya." He said it straight out without stuttering, and he smiled at me as if he thought I would accept his offer.

"Well, I don't like you, and rich people like you make me sick. Leave me alone, and don't bother me anymore." I shoved him away and opened the door with a frown.

He then grabbed my wrist and said, "Well, I'm Hugo Gallagher, Cattleya. I always get what I want. So, get ready, because I won't stop bothering you until you'll say yes to me."

Ever since that day, whenever he winked at me, my heart has been racing, and I can't stop thinking about him.

Our life status was unparalleled, but it didn't stop him from loving me.

He was the sole heir of the Gallagher family, who controlled the El Gallagher Hotel chain and Gallagher Airlines, which stretched across the country.

Nobody could possibly wish for a more ideal family than the one he had. They moved with an effortless grace from a life of ease and entitlement.

However, I come from the kind of awful, unhappy family that no one wants. I was so poor that I couldn't offer him anything but my true intentions.

"Can you be my girlfriend?" He asked me that question again on the day of my birthday.

and I told him a secret about the tragic story of the rose: "Do you know that every time my mom was beaten by my father, he would always send roses as an apology?"

"Uh, I didn’t know about that but I felt sorry for your mom."

Then I continued, "Well if you ever want to break up with me, there are no words to tell. You can just send me roses, and I'll understand."

"So, you’re telling me now that you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked in excitement.

I smiled at him sweetly, "Yes."

He gently placed his thumb on my lips, shaking his head with a loving smile. "From this moment on, roses from me will forever be a symbol of our love, not a goodbye. Okay?"

He was my first love, just as I was his.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Little did I know that the rose, once a symbol of hope and a promise of forever, would become a painful reminder of a love buried in the past.

And finally, he uttered the most painful words, "If that's what you want, fine, let's get a divorce!"