A Wife for the Billionaire

I have heard and read about a person’s life shattering, but none of it came close to experiencing it in reality.

I didn’t care if I was disturbing the serenity of this working place, I ran for the elevator. Vera’s voice calling,

"Hey, stop running!"

Normally, I just needed to press the button once, but I didn’t care, I kept pounding on the button until the metal doors dinged open.

Once inside, I did the same for the descent button, perhaps it had more to do with not wanting anyone to join me. I sagged to the cold hard floor as the doors sealed shut, like the sudden plunge down, my tears began to fall like a fountain that had been barricaded for a long time. Hot streaks cascading my cheeks, gaining momentum as the memories of seconds ago replayed over and over again in my mind.

It all felt like a horrible dream. A dark nightmare that I couldn’t wait to wake from. Except that for the last seconds it had been Alicia’s words still reverberated in my ears,

"Five minutes"

"Am I understood?"

Never had the leash she had on my neck felt more tight. I was breathing, but it also felt like I was suffocating. I was feeling a lot of things at the same time, emotions colliding and crashing within me.

Anger. Hurt. Regret. Sorrow. Fear.

And others I couldn’t even place a name on. That was how it felt for someone’s world to shatter. It happens so suddenly, without warning. One minute you’re standing and the next you are falling, with hard jagged rocks on your wake.

Rocks that will impale you in place. Trapping and crushing you firmly to your fate. The illusion of escape was, as its name, a delusion.