A Wife for the Billionaire

It’s true that life has never been fair.

And that I’ve never allowed myself to really believe that one day, mine would ever be.

But...

Nothing as ever summarized my life, or at least what the rest of it would look like, as those words uttered by Richard.

And by God, I hated that he was right. That his words were so true that it paralyzed me. I just couldn’t move a step. Believe me, I wanted to. More than anything, I wanted to leave the damned office and never ever return, until... he said those words.

Richard Wellington is cruel.

And that fact has never been obscured. In fact, he ’himself’ boasts of the trait like it’s something to be proud of. And I guess he’s better than most. Hypocrites who go about claiming that they are good, whereas they are no better than those publicly labeled evil.

But what I couldn’t wrap my head around in that moment of temporary paralysis, was if he said those words out of cruelty, pity or simply his desperation?

Time seemed to slow in that moment as those words held me impaled. My physical body may have been paralyzed, but my inner organs still worked perfectly. My heart still thrummed its agonizing beats. My blood still coursed in its paths. My mind still spun and weaved thoughts that created threads of tears that ran down the fabric of my cheeks.

It was as if in that moment, everything I had been running away from, caught up with me. Holding me firm with his words, and overwhelming me beyond control.

Then like a wave, my paralysis passed. Washing away, but the foams of its effect still linger on. Turning to Richard, I said, my eyes not even close to dryness,

"Screw you, Richard. Screw you"