Billionaire ex-husband craves me back

Sophia's POV

It's Christmas Eve and I'm sitting all alone in our big house. Donald, my husband had gone to work and won't be back until later in the day. The snow from outside was still falling hard. It's always been like that every Christmas Eve here in Marquette.

"Hey Sophia," Mr. Jack said as I picked the call, "we can't make it today due to the weather."

"Oh, alright." I responded.

"You take care, okay. We'd surely be there tomorrow," he said then quickly added, "Evelyn send her regards, bye."

Afterwards, there was silence. I was tempted to call my parents. But I guess they don't even want to talk to me. It's been years yet they still haven't forgiven me for marrying Donald.

I took a sip of the hot coffee as the memories came back to me. They didn't acknowledge me marrying Donald. Their reason was funny. Well, maybe not to them, but it is to me. They told me I can't marry Donald because he's of a higher social class? That's an inferiority complex at its peak, isn't it? I had gone ahead and disregarded their reason. And they had cut off all ties with me.

I placed my mug on the table and watched briefly the unending snowflake from outside. Now was the time that I wish I had friends here in Marquette. Since I got married to Donald, Christmas had always been celebrated with just his family.

Donald and I had no friends either. At least not that I know of. So I was all alone sitting in the big mansion, gently sipping my coffee. Luckily, Donald should be home soon.

I decided to watch some news to keep myself busy after sending another text to Donald. There had been a car accident according to the news. I watched keenly to know all the details. The accident had happened not too far from Donald's company. I looked outside again to see it was snowing even harder.

"He's going to be okay," I said, assuring the baby in my womb. "Maybe the meeting with Anderson isn't going too well."

Anderson is a family friend and also Donald's business partner.

Some moments later, I checked my phone and there was still no reply from Donald. I was becoming worried. There was a noise from downstairs so I strolled down to confirm. I sighed in relief as I saw Donald was back and was eating his meal.

"Welcome home honey." I said, my face lighting up.

"How was your day?" I added thoughtfully.

He grunted in response. Immediately I saw him take the first bite of the turkey, I noticed the irritation in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a concerned tone.

"This rubbish you served as my food," he said, looking at me with sharp, cold eyes.

I felt a knot in my stomach. "What do you me-an?" I stuttered.

He gestured to the plate, his lips formed into a thin line. "This turkey is