The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

I arrived at the penthouse at precisely seven, feeling the familiar pang of dread as I stepped inside the sleek, minimalist foyer.

His apartment was everything you would expect from a man of his wealth and status—modern, spacious, and cold. Polished marble floors, glass walls with panoramic views of the city, and the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne. It should have felt like home, but tonight, it felt like a prison.

I stiffened as I heard a couple of familiar laughs. I knew those voices. Nathaniel’s friends.

Nathaniel had invited his closest friends to the house for an informal dinner, though I knew it wasn’t just about catching up. It was her—Dana—he was introducing to the people who mattered most to him. I had no doubt that tonight’s event was meant to solidify her place in his life, a place that once belonged to me.

As I walked through the living room, I saw them—their laughter echoing across the room as they clinked glasses, their voices warm and familiar. Nathaniel was in the center of it all, standing by the bar, a smile stretched across his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He looked happy—a happiness I had not been able to bring him in recent years. And standing next to him, smiling with practiced ease, was Dana.

The sight of them together, so natural, so at ease, made my stomach churn. I had been nothing but a figure in his life for the past few years, a distant memory to him. But Dana… she had everything. A fresh start, a clean slate. She was his now. The thought made my heart heavy with resentment.

“Claire! You’re here!” A woman’s voice broke me from my thoughts, and I turned to see one of Nathaniel’s longtime friends, Sora, walking toward me. “We were just congratulating Dana and Nathaniel. It’s so lovely to see a couple like you two together.”

The words stung, though they were delivered with a cheery tone. I glanced at Nathaniel and Dana, whose faces lit up at the mention of their “couple” status. Dana, ever the picture of humility, lowered her gaze, her hands nervously adjusting her dress as she blushed.

“Oh, stop it,” Dana muttered, though there was a hint of pride in her voice. She seemed flustered, trying to remain humble, but she loved the attention. She could never hide that.

“You two are adorable,” another friend chimed in, smiling too broadly. “Finally, someone who fits Nathaniel’s level. So much better than, well...” The person trailed off, giving a pointed glance at me, barely concealing the criticism behind the words.

Dana looked up at me, her eyes flicking from the group to me with that same sweet, insincere smile. She cleared her throat, her voice a little more hesitant now. “Please, don’t…” Her words trailed off as she cast a quick glance at Nathaniel, her discomfort showing only momentarily before it was masked again with that polished persona of hers.

But Nathaniel didn’t speak up. He didn’t tell them to stop. He didn’t defend me or acknowledge what was being said. Instead, he smiled at Dana, a smile I had once seen directed at me, and nodded in agreement with their praise.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time coming,” Nathaniel said, his voice warm, but detached, as though the words held no real meaning. "It’s good to have found someone who fits.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure as my chest tightened painfully. His words were like knives, and yet, it was his indifference that hurt the most. He didn’t even seem to notice the barb that had been thrown in my direction.

For a split second, I thought I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared as he turned to Dana, his hand resting on her back in a possessive manner. His touch was subtle, but it was there. And that simple action, that small show of affection, was enough to remind me of everything I had lost.

“I’m sure Sora didn’t mean anything by it,” Dana said, her voice still soft, though the edge of pride returned, as she subtly pulled Nathaniel’s attention back to her. It was clear she didn’t want anyone questioning her place in his life.

“I’m sure she didn’t,” Nathaniel replied easily, his gaze never leaving Dana.

I had become a mere afterthought.

I forced myself to smile, even though it felt like my face was frozen. “It’s lovely,” I said, though the words were hollow. I gave Dana a small, polite nod, my lips pressing together in a controlled manner. “Congratulations. Truly.”

She smiled again, that smile of sweet victory that I could almost taste in the air. “Thank you, Kate. I’m really glad you could make it tonight.”

But I could see the way she said it. She wasn’t being kind. It was a message. She was here, and I wasn’t. She was Nathaniel’s choice. I was the past.

The laughter continued around me as I stood silently, watching them, knowing deep down that nothing would ever be the same. Nathaniel was no longer mine, and Dana was his future. And I could do nothing but watch as my world crumbled silently, piece by piece, around me.

Her dress was simple, yet it screamed elegance in a way that made me feel invisible. She was everything I wasn’t—young, vibrant, and undeniably beautiful. And she was carrying his child. I hated how natural it seemed, the way Nathaniel looked at her, the way his hand rested on her lower back, as though claiming her before anyone could say a word.

I stood there until I could take it anymore and gathered my composure. I walked toward them, the heels of my shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor.

“Claire,” Nathaniel greeted, his voice casual but lacking warmth, as if he were addressing an acquaintance rather than his partner of seven years. He didn’t even move to stand, as he had so many times before.

“Nathaniel,” I replied coolly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. I turned to Dana, who was already looking at me with that same smug, superior smile she’d worn ever since she’d arrived.

“Dana,” I acknowledged, though the word felt like venom on my tongue. I could almost see her savoring it, the way she tilted her head slightly, as though she were waiting for me to bow to her new status.

“I’m so glad you could you're here, Claire,” Dana said, her voice sweet, but I could see the hint of mockery hidden beneath it. “Nathaniel thought it would be nice for me to meet everyone. After all, I’m carrying the future of his legacy.”

The future of his legacy. I fought to keep my face neutral.

“I’m sure,” I replied tightly, my gaze flicking briefly to Nathaniel. His face remained unreadable, but his eyes shifted away from mine the second I met his gaze. A pang of hurt flashed in my chest, but I quickly buried it beneath layers of calm.

I excused myself from the group, walking across the room with as much dignity as I could muster, but on the inside, I was breaking.

Dana had everything. And somehow, it seemed as though Nathaniel had forgotten all the years we had shared—forgotten that I had once been the one standing by his side, that I had been the one he had claimed he needed.

I needed air.

I walked to the balcony and stepped outside, leaning against the railing, looking at the city lights below.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I knew it was him.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, Claire,” Nathaniel’s voice said from behind me, almost too calm, too detached.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding. “It’s funny, Nathaniel. You didn’t mind leaving me alone when you made your choice. Why does it matter now?”

His expression faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, his eyes cold and unreadable. “Don’t do this.”

I laughed bitterly, wiping my face. “Don’t do what, Nathaniel? The truth?”

“You knew this was always going to happen,” he said, his voice low. “I’m doing what’s best for for my bloodline, my company, it's been passed down generations, I can't be the only Archer who'll pass down the company to someone that isn't my blood. This…. This is... for my legacy.”

I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “Your legacy?” I whispered. “No, Nathaniel. We were supposed to be your legacy. But that was before you decided to replace me with her.”

“What did I say about acting like a child Claire? It's beginning to become annoying,” Nathaniel said with a cold look.

The words hung in the air, sharp and cruel. But they felt like the truth. He really did find me annoying didn't he? I nearly laughed, oh Claire, look how far you've sunken in the name of love.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care how much it hurt.

“Nate, how can you say such a thing to her, Claire is just working out the kinks, she doesn't really mind about all this does she?” Along came Dana with her chirpy voice.

I felt a nauseous feeling curl in my stomach.