BILLIONAIRE Ex-Wife
Billionaire Ex-Wife – Episode 13
[ Fatal Attraction…. ]
Tags; Marriage, Love, Billionaire, Hate, Suspension.
Theme; Billionaire Love
©Authoress Funmhi Library
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James left the hospital and headed to work. The company was facing a legal issue, and he needed to be alert and in the office in time to meet another lawyer.
Katherine had to leave her job months ago. She hadn’t told him until he found out she was sick. She was heartbroken. She loved working, and she knew she wouldn’t get to do what she loved again once she gave it up.
He wanted her to feel comfortable. He wanted her to enjoy her life and live in the moment.
He sat in his office chair, but he couldn’t read the files in front of him. His eyes glazed over, making it harder to read.
The hospital had to let her out. They would listen to him. He pulled his phone out to ring them, but couldn’t hit dial.
What if he rang and they told him something he didn’t want to hear?
No, he would talk to them later.
He tried to busy himself at work. It wasn’t easy and he found his mind drifting to Ella more often. His little girl needed her mother.
Katherine’s mother had been very good to them, looking after Ella and helping James. She loved Katherine, and though she was hurt Katherine chose to hide her illness, she couldn’t turn her back on them.
Ella had been getting in trouble at school, hitting other kids and not abiding by the rules. James considered sending her to a therapist but instead opted to spend more quality time with her—taking her to the park, out for dinner, and to the cinema. He was well rehearsed in My Little Pony by now.
But Ella missed her mother. She talked to Elena about her, and James knew seeing her every day made her miss her mother even more.
The meeting was short. James told the lawyer his case, what was wrong, and what he expected them to do. It all went smoothly.
He sat doing paperwork the rest of the evening, counting the hours until he saw his beauty again.
At half eight, he closed the books, stood from his desk, and dismissed his secretary.
He didn’t call his driver; he drove himself to the hospital and walked to Room 5 like he did every night. Katherine was on the bed reading Ella a story.
“And then they all lived happily ever after.” Katherine’s soft voice filled the silence, and joy lit her face as she looked down at a sleepy Ella.
She looked up when she heard James’ footsteps.
“Elena says she couldn’t sleep. She wanted me to read her a story.” James smiled down at the girl huddled beneath the blanket.
“I miss her,” Katherine whispered.
“I know you do, but just hold on a little longer for me.” James spoke softly and held a promise that gave Katherine a little hope.
He pulled up his seat and talked to Katherine until she fell asleep.
Elena came back to get Ella and took her home. James went to the doctor’s office.
He knocked on the door three times before entering.
“Hello, Mr. Saunders. How are you?” Doctor Sharky smiled up from his stack of papers.
“I’m fine, but I’m worried about Katherine. She wants to come home.” James looked at Doctor Sharky and watched as he shook his head.
“James, I don’t want to worry you, but if Katherine leaves this hospital, I can guarantee she won’t last longer than three days.”
“I don’t want three days. I want one. She needs one. One to be with her daughter, one to say goodbye.” James knew he would hear something he wouldn’t want to, but he had to ask for Katherine. She never asked for anything from him, and he owed her so much more than he could ever give.
“Very well, James. I’ll let her out tomorrow morning. She can stay until the next morning, but she needs to be brought back in before 9 a.m.” Doctor Sharky was strict, but James couldn’t give a damn. He needed to go home and get ready for Katherine’s last day of freedom.
“Thank you.” He left the hospital smiling. Tomorrow would be perfect—he could feel it.
Katherine was sitting, eating her breakfast when James came in the next morning with Ella beside him. She was eating eggs and toast.
She found it odd that the two came in together. Normally, James was in earlier.
The pair wore big, cheesy grins.
“What are you two up to?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing, Mommy! Just bringing you home!” Ella shouted, jumping up and down.
Katherine met James’ eyes. “I’m coming home?” Her eyes lit up brighter than James had seen them in weeks.
“You are—only for today though.” He grinned, helping her out of bed.
A nurse came and helped her dress. She sat down in the wheelchair she had been confined to, her legs unable to hold her own weight.
James signed the necessary paperwork, and they bid Doctor Sharky goodbye.
James brought her home. She sat in the passenger seat, smiling the whole drive.
James carefully lifted her out of the car and into her wheelchair. Ella helped him push Katherine into the back garden.
Elena had laid out an extravagant picnic for them all, and they sat under the sun laughing and joking. Ella ran after butterflies, and James admired his wife’s beauty.
They stayed outside until it became dark and went to the living room. James made popcorn, Elena got drinks, and Ella brought blankets and pillows from the bedrooms. They sat up watching movies the rest of the night. Ella fell asleep, and so Elena took her up to bed, saying goodnight to Katherine and James.
It was a little while later James decided that they too needed rest. It had been a long day, and he knew although she wouldn’t admit it, Katherine was exhausted.
She loved watching Ella today—seeing the house again, being outside, seeing the maids she had grown to love. But the day was shorter than she would have liked. She knew this was her last chance to make peace with herself and her illness. She was lucky to have it at all.
As James carried her upstairs and laid her to bed—Elena had helped her change earlier—Katherine wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered her final request.
“James, make love to me.”
💙 JAMES 💙
I wanted to, but I couldn’t. She was in pain, and I don’t want to hurt her more.
“Katherine, I—”
Her eyes became glassy. “Please, James. I want to feel like a proper couple. For the past few weeks, it feels like I’ve been dreaming and I will soon wake up. I want to feel your need for me.”
I love Katherine. I know I do, but she has a point. Our relationship has been so pure, so innocent. That’s not us. We never were pure or innocent.
I brought her to our room and laid her gently down on the bed. The blanket moulded around her. Her hair was spread out behind her, making her look like she had been grabbed and flung to the sheets by a madman. But then again, it’s exactly what I am.
She looked up at me through her dark lashes and smiled. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck as she pulled me down to meet her lips.
Her sweet taste had me gripping what little control I had left over my body before I ravished her completely. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She accepted it, and our tongues danced together.
Our hands explored each other like they had all those years ago, cherishing every crevice, lump, and bump.
She unbuttoned my white shirt quickly, her delicate fingers roaming my chest and abdomen with such gentle strokes, igniting a flame that had been buried deep inside of me for a very long time.
My body stood to attention. Her hips pushed into my groin, and she knew what she was doing, but she had no intention of stopping. My hands explored the curves of her waist, her top riding up, exposing her midriff—teasing me, taunting me.
My hands moved quickly to tear up the cotton shirt she was wearing.
Her gasp was masked by our lips as they moulded to each other once again.
💖 KATHERINE 💖
He was too slow, my body yearning for more. It has been for some time now. I grab his belt and fidget with the buckle, trying to speed up the process. He groans, enjoying my hands running along his length.
The night flies by and ends in ecstasy as we both orgasm and collapse, exhausted. His arms envelop me, and my heavy eyes close over.
“I love you,” is the last thing I whisper before I fall into a deep sleep.
💙
JAMES 💙
The lights flashing outside drew me out of my reverie of thought. Everything had been going well, and then I woke up to the sound of sharp screams and claws digging into my flesh—and not due to sexual arousal this time. She was crying in agony, her body curled in a ball protecting itself. An internal war.
The ambulance was quick—got to us within five minutes. That may be due to the fact I threatened them.
They took her away on a stretcher. By then, she had passed out unconscious, stopped breathing, and the paramedics were trying to resuscitate her. They got her pulse back. Now I’m packing. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m packing.
Ella came to me and looked into my eyes. She looks just like Katherine. Her eyes glassy, she walked over to me, arms stretched wide.
“Daddy, is it just us now?” Her voice sounded raspy. She was holding back her tears. Her mummy was ill. It was nearing Katherine’s time, and although I don’t want to admit it, I don’t think I’m going to have a choice.
“It’s okay, Daddy. You have me.” Ella’s hands rubbed my back in her effort to comfort me.
Elena walked in with a cup of coffee in one hand and a blanket in the other.
“James, I think we need to get to the hospital, and Ella should come too. I’ll finish packing things for Katherine. You put Ella in the car.” Elena has been my rock for so long, and these last few weeks, Katherine being ill, she helped more than I could ever repay her for. I nod and pick Ella up into my arms, and we head to the car.
I look at my princess, and my heart swells at the sight of her. “Let’s go, baby girl.”
The drive was agonizing. The road stretched out for miles, but I kept focused on my destination—the place that had become my second home. It was busy when we arrived, doctors running in and out of intensive care and resuscitation. Sitting in the waiting room, waiting to hear any kind of news. We could hear the nurses calling for defibrillators, patients screaming in agony, and family members crying for their loss.
And all we can do is wait. Wait for the news that will either make or break us—maybe a bit of both.
Elena sat on her phone, texting Katherine’s mother for me, giving status updates every half hour and replenishing the coffee I held in my hand so I never once ran out.
Doctor Sharky walked into the waiting room and moved us into a special family room. We shook hands and sat down.
“I love being a doctor, but it can be hard delivering news like this to a family,” he began, keeping eye contact with us as he spoke. My mouth went dry.
“But your wife was successfully resuscitated and will be awake within the next five hours.” He smiled meekly and looked at the ground.
“Well then, what do you hate about telling people that?” Elena laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled grimly at her. “Well, this is the problem, Mr. Saunders. Once she wakes up, she will be weak—so weak she may barely finish her goodbyes.” His voice was soft, so soft it was almost inaudible, but I heard, and so did the girls.
Ella let out a cry, and all Elena could do was look at the ground and murmur, “That’s the part you hate. I understand now.”
My heart was beating in an unsteady rhythm.
I’m not ready to say goodbye.
TBC…….
