Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

MARKS POV

"Here is Miss Bella's tracking report," I heard my assistant say.

I murmured a response to him, then after a few seconds, Hooked up from the files that detailed everything that was to be known about GT Group's latest investors only to catch the back of my personal assistant as he rushed out the door.

I stopped, wondering why he was in such a hurry. My eyes back fell on the report I had tasked him to that he came in to drop. Even though I wanted to personally read through every detail of the report, I was too busy so I was going to ask him to summarize the report since he compiled it after the private investigator he hired carried it out but now he was gone..

I reached for my my phone, and was about to place a call through to him but I stopped. My gaze traveled to the report lying on one side of my desk, on top of the stacks of files I still had to go through.

Going through the report shouldn't take up to, at most, thirty minutes. So instead of calling my assistant and having him leave his work just to come give me a summary when I could just glance through it, I dropped my phone. and reached for the damned report.

I first flipped through the whole thing and I raised my brows. It was quite bulky.

Then I reclined in my seat and started to glance through it. My eyes had been skimming through the words and I was already yawning until...

I perked up and my eyes bulged in shock. The page after the whole. introduction and how she was the daughter of Michael and Clarissa had said.

that...

I read the words again, "Bella, the woman this research is based on, eloped with a man named Isaac on the...

I paused for a quick second. The date of the elopement mentioned in the

report was our wedding day! Wh

actual fuckt

My brows furrowed even deeper and my insides boiled with raw anger as! continued to read through

Bella had eloped with the man whom she was in loves with. And then, she got pregnant with his child and gave birth to a stillborn child at the hospital

The name of the hospital and the medical reports of her pregnancy and the birth of her child was attached to the report. My shook knew no bounds as i looked through the reports and continued to read through.

I dropped the papers and slumped in my seat. It was all so much that I had to take a break and process it all. I had been a fool all this while I felt as if my heart was continuously being poked with a thousand needles, each stab emanating a deep pain from within. I didn't want to believe it yet there was a report well carried out by an efficient investigator right before me

Besides, the signs were there. They were subtle but they were there. Everywhere!

The sudden disappearance, Her Insane desire to keep the child. I shook my head at my own foolishness. If only I had been more observant, if only 1 didn't let myself get blinded by love, I would have seen them and called her out for it.

Even though my feelings for her were dead, it still hurt. It hurt that she had loved another and even carried his child while I yearned for her.

I picked up the report and read through the last page... and the information there turned my heart break into rage and I crumpled the page in my hand as I clenched it into fists.

The last page gave out facts that proved that fella was still in close contact with fucker, Isaac Recent pictures of them together were attached. Even while she is pregnant with my child, she dared to see her ex lover!

How much of a fool does she take me for?

I fiercely threw the crumbled paper on the floor. My heart bled as I stared at the photos and documents. I had always believed that their love was

genuine. I had blamed the universe for striking her with such disease and pulling us apart. And I had blamed her parents and Sydney for not properly looking after her health. But all this whie, I had believed ir lies and blamed the wrong people.

"Why?" My voice barely rose above a whisper as I squeezed out the words from between my clenched teeth. Bela why would you do this to me?"

Even as I was alone, shame washed over me at the quiver in my voice.

Instead of sitting here and suiking and feeling like a loser, I stormed out of my office in rage.

Everyone could see the rage in my strides and the cold look on my face and they did well to get out of my way.