Billionaire's Rekindling Love

ZARA TAYLOR

"Please be careful with that," I said as I rushed towards the huge picture of me and my husband, Ronnie, on our wedding day.

"Where do you want it placed?" I was asked.

"Just... over there," I replied, pointing to the far wall across from the fireplace. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the frame, brushing a speck of dust from the glass. The sight of our smiling faces, frozen in time, sent a pang through my chest.

The movers nodded and carefully set the portrait down where I'd indicated.

I stared at it for a moment longer. That day felt like a lifetime ago. Two years, to be exact.

Two years of marriage, I was thrown into, to pay off my family's debt. A marriage that made me give my all but received nothing back in return. But hopefully it all changes today because of our anniversary.

"Is there anything else you'd like us to move, ma'am?" one of them asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I blinked, swallowing hard. "No. That'll be all for now, thank you." I quickly covered the portrait with a piece of clothing. I checked around for how the meals are placed on the table.

The table was set just the way I wanted-crystal glasses polished to a shine, silverware neatly aligned, and the scent of rosemary chicken wafting through the air. I'd spent hours perfecting every detail. If tonight didn't change something between Ronnie and me... I wasn't sure what would.

All I ever wanted was a family, one that felt like mine used to. Like me, Mom, and Dad. It was one of the things I looked forward to when I was thrust into this marriage by my stepmother.

But that couldn't happen because my husband wouldn't touch me. Instead, every night I wake up to the sound of him calling out another woman's name in his sleep. A name that sounded familiar.

Having fairytale love was something I had always hoped for. For my name to be on his lips just one night. Maybe this night will change everything. It has to because all hope is beginning to feel lost.

I adjusted one of the napkins, just for the sake of doing something, anything. My heart thudded against my chest as the clock ticked closer to seven. That's when he said he'd be home.

The numerous notifications sounds coming from my phone broke my thoughts and I reached into my back pocket.

"Damnit," I cursed silently. I thought I had muted the notification coming from this particular blog site. Everything about my life has been criticized by this blog.

Talking about how I conned my way into his life just for his money was a regular thing, and I have tried to push those words out of my head.

"Until now," I signed as I opened up the latest post, and my eyes shone.

"What is this?" I asked myself, trying to grasp what I was reading. "It