Billionaire ex-husband craves me back

Sophia's POV

"Do you ever love me?" I asked in a low tone. As much as I wanted to shout, I still felt my heart heavy with pain.

"That's not the important thing here." He responded, looking away.

"No it is. Have you even thought about the baby?"

"If it's about the baby I'd give you a million dollars."

Donald said without emotion and my chest tightened. I couldn't believe he wasn't affected by any of this. Why was I the only one experiencing this ton of emotions?

"It's not about the money, damnit!" I yelled and I saw him flinch slightly. He seemed shocked by my reaction but he quickly covered it with a frown.

"The choice is yours. Either you have the money or not, I'm not doing this with you anymore!" he said sharply, the anger in his voice was evident.

I still can't believe he would be willing to leave his baby. Our baby! He had been a little more caring when he got to know I would be having his child. But now, here he was, totally indifferent like it didn't mean anything to him. Even if I didn't matter to him, he should have considered the baby.

"Donald," I called him softly, looking straight at his eyes. "You want to throw everything we built just because of her?"

That seemed to infuriate him even more as his eyes stared daggers at me. I didn't quite understand the look I saw on his face, anger or was it something much worse - was that disgust I saw in his eyes?

"Did you say just because?" He scoffed, "you know very well how much I've loved Laura. If I have had the slightest idea she was coming back from England," he paused then took a deep breath, "I wouldn't have had this farce of a marriage, I would have waited."

I felt a tear drop at the corner of my eye and I quickly wiped it off. Did Donald just call our marriage a farce? Was that what this meant to him? Even after all these years.

"Look, I know how you must be feeling right now, but I don't love you, Sophia," he said gently but even with his soft tone I feel my heart constricting "At least I've tried to over the years but I still can't."

"I only married you to make my mum happy." He said flatly, "At least to give her the last happiness before cancer took her away."

"But I gave you everything, Donald." I sobbed bitterly, "I even disregarded my parents warning not to marry-"

"I didn't ask you to, I never asked for any of this!" He slammed his fists on the table. "I've absorbed myself deep in work. You think I like overworking myself?"

He asked but when he saw I wasn't giving him any reply he continued.

"It was all because I can't bear the thought of being with you all day, I just can't."

"You can cry all you want but that doesn't change anything."

I cleaned my eyes then asked the very question that I'd been wanting to ask him, "why then do you still make love to me? Those moments mean nothing to you?"

He gave a soft laugh, then his face turned serious. "You are dumber than I thought, Sophia. People hop into bed all the time darling. So how's that so important?"

His words opened a fresh wound in my mind. No wonder, he was always in a haste to get it done. I understand now how he always acted, as if a gun was pointed to his head whenever we made love. I had thought the baby would change things between us, but even that had changed nothing.

Despite the fact that he wanted a divorce, I still haven't fully come to terms with it. Laura had been Donald's teenage love. She had left the country in a rush after a family scandal. I never for once knew she would come back to the country. I thought she was gone and would never appear but now she has. But I wouldn't allow her to take my place just like that, would I? At least I have to try because of my baby. Why didn't Donald see that?

"Did your dad agree with this?" I asked, desperately searching his eyes. "How will your late mum feel about this?" I added and this time, he turned and looked at me with cold eyes.

"Don't you dare bring my mum up again!" He threatened and I suddenly recoiled. "We both know how you played your tricks, how you worked your charms on her, so you could get to marry me. Isn't that it? You fucking GOLD DIGGER!" His words hit me like a rain of bullets but he wasn't done. "You think you can bring up my parents to push me, huh?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment. His words had hit me in the most vital places. Another tear slipped across my face as his words kept reverberating in my head. He had got it all wrong and I'm going to clarify things. I was never a gold digger and never will I become one. I was only with him because of how much I love him.

I was going to explain myself when his phone rang and he picked it up immediately. A smile was on his lips as he spoke softly to HER. I tried to listen but he only said a few incoherent words before dropping the call. The cold look was back on his face as he stared at me.

"I have to leave now. I need to get Laura to the hospital. She's down with a serious fever."

He didn't wait for my response as he rushed out. I quickly went to my room and threw a proper shirt on. After that, I dashed straight outside to see Donald already in his car. He was already driving away so I ran straight after his car. I didn't even know what I was thinking as my head seemed to be a blur of any thoughts.

I was still running after him when I heard a sharp honk, then came a screech of tire before I tumbled on the ground. The cold from the snowy ground pelt hard on my skin.

I feel the strength draining out of my body even as I fight to keep my eyes open. I saw the blood flowing out of my body, and I remembered why I was there.

"Donald, please, help me," I muttered the last thing in my head as I finally slipped into unconsciousness.