Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets

“Those are divorce papers. Sign it,” He instructed, his voice cold as usual.

I stared at the papers in shock and despite knowing the answer, I still asked. “Why?”

“Because you aren't needed. I married you only because my father made it the only way to inherit his properties. I wasn't going to allow my hard work to go to the snake that is my younger brother and now that I've inherited almost everything, you're not needed.”

“That is all I was?” I inquired knowing fully well his answer would hurt me but he didn't bother giving me an answer.

“You'll be paid for your years as my bed warmer—” Bed warmer? “—and the moment my lawyer receives the signed document, you'll have the money sent to your card. In addition, you can stay here for an extra month.”

I smiled through gritted teeth. “Fine. A hundred and thirty thousand grand is all I need.”

“You can get more.”

“I need just the amount I specified and don't worry, I'll sign right now. Just send the money now,” I told him before signing the document and handing it to him.

***

After Shawna ends her loveless marriage she finds out that she's pregnant for her ex-husband. Now she has to figure out how to take care of herself, her kids, and her sick mother.

When Damien comes back into her life and is willing to share her burden and take care of her. Will she forgive him and come back to him after everything he has put her through?

Chapter One

SHAWNA

When I thought of marriage, my eyes would light up as I imagined being in bed with my husband, giggling as he whispered sweet words of affection to me. I had looked forward to cooking with him and having food fights every time we did.

A sad smile settled on my face as I stared at the ceiling.

“How naive I was,” I muttered, my voice breaking.

If I had been told I'd be married at age twenty-two, I'd surely believe that but I wouldn't have believed my marriage would be loveless and the complete opposite of all that I had imagined.

With a sigh, I sat up in bed. It had been two years since I got married yet it was still the same so thinking about it and regretting it was pointless.

I gently got out of bed and sat back down because of how sore I was between my legs and a scowl settled on my face.

“Even if he doesn't like me, can't he at least be gentle,” I muttered, frustrated because I was almost always sore anytime I had sex with my husband.

As though he heard me, the door to the bathroom swung open and Damien, my husband, strutted out in loose pants and a shirt that had the two top buttons unbuttoned. One wouldn't know we'd just had sex with how clean and cold he looked.

Even without a smile on