Leaving a Billionaire: The CEO Is Regret

It was my ninth blood donation actually, a dangerous frequency when donations should only occur three times a year.

Seeing that I did not respond, the nurse directly said, “Wait, I will call the doctor.”

However, I gripped her wrist and said, "I am fine, I just need some rest."

In confusion, the nurse nodded and said, "Okay, Mrs. Braun. You can rest for a while. Call me if you need anything."

A month ago, I had myself checked by the doctor. He said that I was currently suffering from acute anemia so that my immune system was decreasing and it could affect my health.

But that morning, Braun’s family doctor who gave the permission to donate blood said that I was fine.

I couldn't help wondering after hearing the doctor’s answer, ‘How could Marcus have the heart to make me suffer like this? He even asked me to donate blood, even though he knew that my body could not do it anymore.'

As a result, I resignedly donated blood while enduring the pain. But I could no longer trust everyone who worked with my husband anymore.

As I rested there, tears streamed down my face. How long should I endure it?

Suddenly my phone rang. It was my husband’s call.

His voice was cold and commanding as I answered the call, “The nurse told me about your condition. But do not think you can fool me, Theresa. Come home immediately.”

“I am not lying,” I whispered through my tears.

"Do you think your crying can make me pity you? You're wrong, Theresa. Come home soon, it's almost time for dinner.

“Don't let me find you still lazing around in the hospital after I get home from the office later, or you'll know the consequences!"

"I...." Before I could explain more, Marcus had hung up the call.

Suddenly my heart felt pain as if it had been stabbed by a knife repeatedly.

Apparently, the love he once showed me had vanished completely with Gloria’s return, leaving only pain in its place.

*

Once I came back to the Braun’s residence in Beverly Hills, Marcus’s mother directly grumbled, "Why did you come home so late? It was so close to dinner time."

I remained silent, my heart heavy, and walked quietly to the kitchen.

From the beginning of my marriage to Marcus, his family had never accepted me. They sneered that I had only been chosen because of my looks, the reason why I was arranged to be with Marcus.

They even said that maybe if I had been less attractive, I would never have become his wife.

What they didn't know was that our marriage had been planned long before we were even born, a promise between our grandfathers who had been close friends since their days at Oxford.

I only learned the truth the day before my grandfather passed away too.

With a gentle smile, he told me how much he had wanted to see me as part of the Braun family, believing them to be a proper family for me. But in reality, only Marcus's grandfather had truly welcomed me into their world.

I tolerated the coldness at first, finding solace in Marcus's support. He would stand up for me, reminding everyone that I was his wife and deserved respect.

His mother grudgingly accepted me then, and the demands were few. But everything changed after Marcus's grandfather died and Gloria re-entered his life.

With the patriarch gone, Marcus's mother and younger sister, Glenda Braun, saw an opportunity. They dismissed the mansion’s chef and turned me into their personal cook, insisting I prepare elaborate meals three times a day.

Actually, I had once been proud of the culinary skills I had honed at the Italian Culinary Institute. But then those same skills were being exploited by the Braun family.

It was a bitter irony, wasn't it?