His Ex-Wife Came Back-Stronger

~ Chloe ~

My husband didn't love me. He didn't hate me either.

What he felt for me was worse... nothing.

A nothingness I'd gotten used to. One I'd decided to adapt with.

Until the night that changed it all.

And it started when the car came to a halt.

A guard moved to open my husband, Dale Beldson's side of the car, and I watched him emerge, revealing that full six foot four figure I'd fallen for.

What everyone had fallen for.

It was kind of hard to not drool over such a well built man.

He was the nation's most handsome man after all, physically built to perfection.

Shoulders and chest carved like crystals. Blue eyes that shone brighter than ever, then with his dark blonde hair combed and sleeked marvelously, he defined hot.

'Hot' that I fell in love with.

Love that began the moment I got to high school at fifteen, him being a senior in his final year.

Five years passed, and I couldn't stop gawking every time I got to see him.

So you must imagine how blissed out I'd have been when he approached me on my twentieth birthday, asking to marry him because he needed a wife to secure his CEO position.

Then, it had seemed perfect, but now... after two years in, with us barely speaking to each other and sex that felt like an emotionless ritual, I could say my fantasy was dying.

Still, I held onto the hope that if out of all the females that had a crush on him, he chose me, then there would still be something in there.

Some feelings he had for me, hidden somewhere, deep down.

And every day, he hadn't proven me right nor wrong.

He barely spoke to me on a daily basis.

But today, something felt off.

I got out of the car, trying to study him.

His jaw was too tight, shoulders squared more than it normally would, eyes cold and distant.

He even had a frown on.

Normally, I was used to him being cold (because, what billionaire isn't), but that afternoon, it was different.

"Is everything alright?" I had to ask once I was beside him.

Only to be greeted with a deeper frown, before he started towards the mansion.

What was wrong with him?

Still, I didn't bother re-asking.

Instead, just rushed to catch up with him for the family dinner.

His family I hated totally.

They were like thorns in my paths.

Most of them disliked me, and they were sure to not hide it.

All because of one person. One annoying person.

"Dale!" That annoyingly sweet voice greeted the second we were in, her five foot six figure rushing to throw her arms around his neck.

And Dale, even more annoyingly, allowed her, returning the supposed hug.

His shoulders even as much as relaxed a little.

Seriously?

"You're here early." He said in that deep tone of his that I still loved.

Even when