Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Lotus’ P. O. V

The party returned to full swing. I searched the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

“Where do you think Peter would have gone?” I asked Natasha, slightly bothered.

She turned to me with a smile. “Somewhere around the party, find your loved one now.”

I got up, making my way to the restroom. But getting there, I heard muffled voices and a woman moaning Peter’s name. I pushed open the storeroom, and my eyes came out of their sockets.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Peter with Sheila, their bodies intertwined and her hands wrapped tightly around his waist. Anger surged through me like an electric shock, leaving me speechless for a moment. “Peter! What the hell have you done?” I shouted, my voice quivering with a mix of disbelief and rage.

Peter turned to face me, his eyes widening as he registered my presence. He tried to free himself from Sheila’s grip, stammering, “Lotus, it’s not what it looks like. I can explain.”

“That’s what they all say, Peter!” I spat out, feeling a hot tear escape from my eye. “How long has this been going on? How could you do this to us?”

Sheila, her face flushed with embarrassment, stepped back, releasing her hold on Peter. I thought she was more mature and responsible; a smirk formed on her lips. “You need to stop talking here like a lunatic Lotus.”

I scoffed, my anger boiling over. “Shut up, Sheila.”

Tears brimmed in my eyes. Why was he doing this? Why was he with Sheila? In the restroom? I thought he loved me. I thought we were a couple. Without waiting for another word, I stormed out of the storeroom and made a beeline for the exit. The party around me faded into an indistinct blur as I weaved through the crowd, my heart heavy with betrayal. I needed to leave this place to escape the suffocating atmosphere that suddenly surrounded me. I felt like my breath was beginning to seize, and my eyes immediately became blurred as I couldn’t place my hand on what to do. Why was he doing this to me?

Outside, the cool night air filled my lungs, offering a brief respite from the chaos inside. I glanced around, my eyes catching sight of Natasha across the street. Summoning what little strength I had left, I crossed over to her.

“Hey, Lotus. What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Natasha greeted me with a concerned expression.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice. “Natasha, I need your help. Can you take the kids for the night? I… I need to get away.”

Natasha’s face softened, her eyes filled with compassion. “Of course, Lotus. You know I’m here for you. The kids can stay with me tonight.”

Relief washed over me, and I was grateful for her support. “Thank you, Natasha. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Together, we crossed the street and made our way to my house. As we approached, George was standing on the porch. My anger tripled. Men, they were all the same. I thought Peter was different; I thought he loved me. I thought we were to build a family together. Why was he kissing Sheila?

“Lotus, what’s wrong? I saw you leave the party in a hurry,” George said, stepping toward me tentatively.

I held up my hand, my voice weary yet resolute. “Not now, George. Please, give me some space. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Why? Your husband fucked up?” He sneered disgustingly.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“I said not now, George! I don’t want to see you now.” I yelled frantically, but he grabbed my hands. I had nothing in me tonight back. I just let him hold my hand in his disgusting ones.

“Now you see. No one would ever love you as I do. Divorce him and come back to me, Lotus.”

Despite my sorrow, I landed a hard slap on his face, wiping away the smirk that was hanging on it. I brushed past him and walked inside. How dare he think he could use my weak stage to get things out of me? Men were so shameful and dishonest. I wanted to give love a second chance, a chance to be happy with my family. For my children, they were supposed to be loved and cared for, but now here it was. My husband was shamelessly kissing and locking lips with Sheila.

Once inside my house, Natasha settled the children in for the night, tucking them in with gentle reassurances.

“What happened, Lotus?” She asked me as I wanted to go upstairs.

I paused. Turning to her, I tried so hard to hide my tears and prevent them from falling. “I don’t know what I have done wrong. I saw Peter with Sheila in the store room.”

“What?!” Natasha slammed her hands on the kitchen island as she stood up. “This is not true. Peter would not do something like this.”

“Well, he did. He didn’t even beg or anything. He just said it doesn’t look like what it seems.” I crossed my hands above my chest, hanging my head low. I never expected this to happen.

“My love, you need to take a rest.” She urged, and I nodded, walking upstairs.

Alone in my room, I sank onto my bed, my mind swirling with painful thoughts. The weight of betrayal crushed my spirit, and I reached for the bottle of whiskey on my nightstand. Gulping down the bitter liquid, I relished the temporary distraction it provided. It burned down my throat, fueling a mix of frustration, anger, and sadness. As the alcohol numbed my senses, I felt a solitary tear slide down my cheek. Why?

At that moment, I realized that my world had shattered. The trust I had placed in Peter had been shattered, leaving behind a hollow void. And as I drank in sorrow, it began to feel like I had no hope for myself. It felt like all the plans I had for myself had just been shattered. The sedatives I took earlier seeped in, and I slowly shut my eyes, sinking into unconsciousness.