Leaving a Billionaire: The CEO Is Regret

When I was still cooking pasta, a maid came to me. She asked, “Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?”

The maids were always kind to me, saying that they could not bear to see me in the kitchen every day. That was one of the reasons I was still in that house.

I somehow felt grateful that good people were still around me, but I didn't know how long I could endure it anymore.

I answered with a smile, “Yes, please.”

Then, we chatted while cooking the festive dinner.

But as dinner time approached, Marcus and his father were still absent. Glenda, impatient and restless, muttered, "It seems like the men in our family can’t keep track of time. Can't we just start without them? I am starving."

Marcus’s mother sighed before stating, "Your father said he has a lot of work at the office. Marcus must be the same. Let’s eat first."

I just looked at them coldly.

I knew she was aware of the truth. Just like Marcus, his father also had a tendency to cheat.

After Old Man Braun passed away, Marcus's father rarely came home. When he did, he was usually drunk, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume. But his mother endured it all in silence, clinging to the comforts of their luxurious life.

“Wash the dishes properly this time!” Marcus’s mother ordered, before going upstairs with Glenda.

I actually felt so tired that day; I did not have any strength to debate anything. So, after getting the thing done and drinking my meds, I went up to my bedroom and decided to sleep early.

However, just before I put my phone on the bedside table, it rang. To my surprise, it was Gloria’s message.

“What else does she want now?” I could not help muttering to myself.

When I opened the message, I saw a photo with a note under it.

It was Marcus’s sleeping face. Beside him was Gloria with a cunning smile like a mistress, nestled on Marcus’s shoulder happily.

[Gloria: Hey, homewrecker. Why do not you divorce him, so that Marcus can happily live with me? It hurts so much seeing your wedding ring on Marcus' ring finger every time we kiss.]

A homewrecker?

How dare she use that kind of word to describe me, Marcus’s legal wife.

It was her who was a homewrecker after all!

After a few seconds, a new message came to my phone.

At that time, it was not only a photo, but a video of their intimate relationship.

I unconsciously threw my phone to the floor after playing the first part of the video. They looked like an intimate lover at that time, as if Marcus had not had a wife at his home.

That wasn’t the first time Gloria flaunted her closeness with Marcus.

She always shamelessly shared glimpses of their relationship on social media, even though she never showed his face.

Then, on Marcus’s birthday last year, she boldly showed up at the bar where he was celebrating with his friends, proudly taking her place beside him.

I had not planned on going, since I knew seeing them together would only hurt me. But then, one of Marcus’s friends sent me a message.

It read, [Theresa, your husband is very drunk. He looks like he needs help getting home.]

With a heavy heart, I asked the driver to take me to the bar.

But when I arrived at their private box, I was met with a sight that made my stomach turn.

At that time, Marcus passionately kissed Gloria, surrounded by the laughter of his friends. It was the first time I had seen them so intimate, so the shock hit me like a wave.

However, instead of apologies or explanations, his friends greeted me with teasing.

"Oh, Theresa, you’re here!"

"Do not be too surprised. It’s just a game of Truth or Dare."

"Yes, Theresa. Marcus lost, so he chose Dare. We did not think he would enjoy it this much, though."

One of them laughed and said to Marcus, "Hey, Marcus, you’ve been kissing for ten minutes. Poor Gloria, she is out of breath!"

Since they were all out of their minds, I decided to leave. But suddenly, a female friend of Marcus pulled me down to sit beside her.

“Stay a bit longer. Marcus is too drunk to get home on his own.”

As a result, I sat there, arms crossed.

But as the minutes dragged on, their games only escalated. When Gloria lost a round, Marcus even drank for her since she could not drink due to her illness.

My patience snapped, I stood up and grabbed Marcus’s glass, saying, “You’re drunk enough. It’s time to go home.”

His friends started, clearly shocked by my sudden assertiveness. They were used to me being the quiet, obedient wife.

Meanwhile, Marcus’s eyes narrowed with anger.

“Tsk! How dare you order me around, shameless woman,” he sneered, hurling his glass to the floor, where it shattered.

After that, he stood and pinched my chin painfully, smirking as he leaned closer.

“Jealous, huh? Want a kiss too? Upset that I am only kissing Gloria?”

“Let me go,” I whispered, holding back tears. I felt like I was being stripped naked at that time, being a laugh stock of his friends.

Seeing my teary eyes, he released my chin only to slap me across the face.

“Do not ever order me around again. Go home!”

His friends laughed, entertained by the cruel spectacle. I could also see Gloria’s grin on the corner of my eye.

How dare they ridicule me.

“Drink as much as you want!” I said, my voice breaking as I turned and left the bar, the sound of their laughter following me out into the night.