
Leaving a Billionaire: The CEO Is Regret
Chapter 4
On my way home, the driver seemed to notice my sadness. He even deliberately slowed down the vehicle, giving me plenty of time to pour out my sadness.
He seemed aware that I could not express myself freely once I returned to the mansion, that was why his consideration that time touched my heart.
In the end, I cried sadly, since the scene re-appeared again in my memory after watching their new intimate video. After all, I could never forget the first ridicule he did to me.
So, I directly took my phone, collecting all of Marcus’s cheating evidence, and decided to go to the city court tomorrow.
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As I came to the city court and filled out the form, I just realized that the day's date was exactly our 2nd anniversary date.
“It has been 2 years already,” I could not help muttering, while my mind was thinking back to how happy our marriage used to be.
After our wedding, the Braun family whisked me away from London to California.
I struggled to adjust to my new life at first, but Marcus was always by my side, guiding me with kindness and care.
He made it his mission to help me feel at home, taking me on daily tours around California and sharing dinner with me almost every night.
“Are you comfortable here?” Marcus asked one evening, his face lit up with a sweet smile.
I returned his smile and said, “Well, nothing too different except for our accent. I think I will adapt as time goes on.”
With a tender touch, he took my hand and kissed it lovingly.
“Tell me if you need anything. I will do my best to make you happy,” he said in a soft tone.
As a result, our love blossomed quickly, even though we had only known each other a month before our marriage.
I even still remembered how passionately Marcus pursued me in the first year. That was why I believed that love would grow with time, since I also gave him everything I had.
What was more, at every banquet, Marcus would introduce me as the best woman he ever had.
One Day, a colleague teased him, “Mr. Braun, you seem more energetic lately. Is this the influence of your marriage?”
Marcus beamed with pride, saying, “Of course. Every day, I am nourished by the meals my wife cooks herself. Please do not be a jealous gentleman, since there is no better woman than Theresa.”
I just smiled happily when he praised him.
In addition, he also never missed a chance to celebrate our special day. So, his constant affection deepened my love for him.
Like on the 24th of every month, our wedding date, Marcus would bring me a gift and said, “Happy monthiversary, honey.”
“Marcus, do we really need to celebrate every month? It’s called an anniversary because it’s once a year,” I once asked.
But Marcus shook his head and answered, “It should be, honey. After all, we love each other every day, so why not celebrate every month? Please do not reject it, or I will start celebrating every day.”
I could not help but smile and kiss him, before I answered in agreement, “Fine.”
He froze for a moment after my kiss, then smirked.
“Honey, you started this. Do not blame me if we’re up all night now.”
In summary, Marcus fulfilled his role as a husband with devotion, making me believe that my life would always be as happy as my grandfather had promised.
Everything felt perfect, especially as we celebrated our first wedding anniversary with a vacation in the Maldives.
Moreover, when we returned, I discovered I was pregnant, so Marcus’s care for me only grew stronger.
“Honey, I do not want to go to work. I am afraid something might happen to you while I am gone,” Marcus said, his hand gently rubbing my stomach.
“Oh, Marcus, you’re overreacting. There’s Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Glenda, and all the staff at the mansion. They will take good care of me,” I reassured him, stroking his head as he rested it on my belly.
Marcus pouted but eventually relented.
“Alright, Daddy’s going to work now. Be good to Mommy, little one. Do not make her dizzy or sick, and make sure you two eat well, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
However, as our happiness felt complete, a tragedy struck our family so suddenly.