Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Zerah

“I've already signed my part of the divorce agreement. Now it's your turn.”

With those words, the papers were stacked in front of me on the dining table. Looking down at the words, all I felt was numb.

“We've reached the end of our deal. Today's the last day and I don't want to spend any more time playing this farce,” Ryker said emotionlessly,

Indeed. Today was the end of our deal. Of this farce, he called it because that was what it was to him.

Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back trying to will them away. This was what I had asked for. I wouldn't cry. Not now.

“Why aren't you signing it? Do you need more incentive for your services? Ten million isn't enough?” His voice broke me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him, stunned.

His face grew into a mocking insulting smirk, like he had expected it.

“Don't worry, for playing along for so long I'll pay you an extra million. Happy?

This pisses her off and she tells him that

“Not everything is about money, Ryker.” I bit out, with gritted teeth. There were many other things I wanted to scream out, words I wanted to slay, but they remained choked in my lips.

If he hadn't listened or understood the whole time we were married, how would he do so now?

His gaze was skeptical as he raised his eyebrow.

“What, so you're saying that you came to me out of the goodness of your heart? Don't make me laugh. We both knew what this was from the start.” he said sardonically

“Let's divorce now and get this over with. We've both gotten what we wanted for this arrangement.”

Before I could think, a tear slipped out of my eye. I wiped it before it could fully show but like every other thing I did, it went unnoticed.

“Is that so?” I said brokenly, feeling my heart breaking with every passing second.

Had I truly gotten what I wanted?

No, not really.

It was ironic because a part of it was true. A huge reason why I accepted this arrangement was for money. Yes, I'd agreed to be his contract wife to relieve my mother’s hospital bills.

But the reason why I'd volunteered myself to this arrangement. Why I did everything I could to satisfy him and persevered for this entire year. Why I bore all his insults and the humiliation I suffered, was because of HIM.

It was ALL for him.

Clutching the pen I looked up to face him, meeting those grey eyes I loved and hated.

“Before I sign this, I want to ask a question, Ryker.” I said, bracing myself for what was to come

“In our one year of marriage, did you, even if it was a little, care about me?”

The silence was deafening. Ryker's expression was blank, like he hadn't expected those words to leave my mouth. I could easily