The Billionaire’s Regret

With a heavy heart, Alessa kept walking down the streets. She had no idea what to do, the thought of her ending up dead scared her so much.

She looked around the streets and whimpered as she felt her heart ache. Her stomach grumbled and she stared down at it.

“I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant,” she muttered. She wrapped her arms around her stomach with tears streaming down her face.

The thought of her killing her child clouded her mind. Without thinking twice, she pulled out her phone to call Bryan.

It was a dumb thing to do but she didn't care, she had no means of surviving.

With trembling hands, she dialed Bryan’s number. She placed the phone to her ear and muttered a little prayer for him to pick up.

Bryan didn't answer the call, she called repeatedly but still got no response.

It was starting to get really cold and cloudy, and before Alessa could realize what was going on, it started to rain.

She rushed to a shed and wrapped her arms around herself, Next to her was a woman. Alessa looked away from her and exhaled heavily.

A thought popped into her head and she turned to the woman again.

“Excuse me, can I make a quick phone call with your phone?” she asked. The woman stared at her without giving her a response.

“Please.” She added.

The woman nodded a little, pulled out her phone, and handed it to her.

Alessa punched in Bryan’s numbers immediately, dialed them, and placed it to her ear as it started to ring.

Bryan picked up immediately, and Alessa felt her heart sink. He was ignoring her.

She shrugged off the thoughts, she needed his help.

“Hello?” he called, Alessa blinked back her tears as she spoke.

“Bryan,” she called. Her voice betrayed her and it came out like a whisper.

“Alessa?” he called back.

“Bryan, I have been calling you,” she said with her voice trembling as tears clouded her eyes.

“I am busy Alessa. Why are you calling me?”

“I am stranded. I don't have anywhere to go and I don't have any money on me,” she replied and sniffed.

“So?” he asked. Alessa felt her heart shatter at his response.

“Bryan, I... “

“Alessa, we are not married anymore, whatever you do or go through is none of my business. I don't care about you,” he replied.

“Bryan,” Alessa whispered.

“Who is that?” Alessa heard Lydia ask but it sounded distant.

“I have to go, don't call me again.”

“No, no. Bryan please, it's raining, I don't have anywhere to go and I am pregnant. Bryan, I’m scared.” Alessa cried.

“Babe, who is it?” she heard Lydia ask again.

“It's no one, love,” Bryan replied.

“Goodbye, Alessa.”

“No, Bryan… “ Alessa trailed off as the call ended. She turned to the woman and faked a smile as she handed the phone back to her. The woman stared at her with pity.

Alessa looked away and stared at her feet. She started to cry.

She slowly walked away from the shed and started to cry out loud in the rain.

Lives flashed before her eyes, and her hands trembled in fear and cold. She had no one and nothing. How the hell is she going to survive?

~

It's been a few days since Alessa went from being a billionaire’s wife to a nobody. The worst few days of her life.

She started to live from hand to mouth on the street. She worked around just to earn a little to eat.

She had no shelter yet, and she fell asleep anywhere she could find.

“Why aren't you doing anything? These foods aren't going to serve themselves!” a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see her angry boss.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” she hurriedly apologized and grabbed the plates on the counter. She walked to the table where the order was placed and slowly placed the meal on it.

She bowed to them a little before going to take another order.

She never thought she would end up in the slums, she used to give orders to people now she was being ordered around.

After serving the guests, there was nothing to do anymore. She exhaled heavily as she stood in the middle of the room, waiting to be called.

The restaurant is a local one downtown. She moved to an area where no one would recognize her. Being Bryan’s wife made her get on television a lot, she couldn't imagine the shame she would go through if she were recognized.

Suddenly, her boss turned on the television and everyone paid attention to it, including Alessa.

It was a wedding being streamed live.

“Hey, excuse me.” A person at a table called Alessa. She looked away from the television and rushed towards him.

“Yes? How can I help you?” She asked with a smile as she got to him.

“I didn't order this.” He snapped at her and she flinched a little.

“I ordered pasta, not this trash.” He yelled again.

“I… I am so sorry. I will fix it immediately.” Alessa stuttered as she hurriedly carried the plates.

“It's Bryan Hart’s wedding.” She heard the guests say and she froze. She turned to the television and stared at it.

Lydia was walking down the aisle in the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen. Alessa felt her heart shatter as she stared at it.

Alessa watched as she got to the altar and Bryan’s smile grew.

Tears clouded her eyes as she watched.

Bryan started to say his vows, and Alessa couldn't bear the pain of hearing how genuine he sounded. He has never said those words to her, he never loved her and they never had a wedding. Just a contract.

The plates fell from Alessa’s hands and she flinched, She stared down at them. Before she could do anything, she felt a hard slap on her face.

She placed her hand on her cheek as she stared at her boss in disbelief.

“You will pay for those, bitch!” She yelled at her.

“I’m sorry,” Alessa whispered as she bent to pick up the broken pieces.

One of the pieces cut her hand and she hissed in pain as blood gushed out of it.

Alessa cried helplessly, she didn't know what hurt more. The pain in her hand from the broken pieces, her cheeks due to the slap, or her broken heart watching the love of her life and the father to her unborn child getting married to the woman of his dreams.