After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire

Nickolas Michealson.

It’s been close to a week since Ava left, I thought I was going to be the happiest man on earth, but surprisingly I turned into a shadow of myself

“What’s fucking wrong with you Nickolas Michealson? This has always been your dreams, your prayers” I ask myself angrily, slamming the hard glass cup on the counter.

Yes! Counter, that’s it. I’ve been feeling miserable, my parents were so upset with me that they wanted nothing to do with me now, obviously, they liked Ava so much that they never expected she would leave.

I’ve made the bar my second home favorite place since it happened, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, I suddenly miss her face so much. No matter how I tried hating her, she always caves in.

“Why did she suddenly give up?” I ask no one

“You always wanted her to leave” My conscience slammed me

“I don’t even know what’s wrong with me!” I said to myself throwing my hands in the air.

“Deal with it, you lost her already!!” My conscience screamed at me and shut me out. I sighed angrily, I could still remember how her brother badged into my office the other day. He nearly choked me to death.

I don’t know why I’ve been missing Ava, I think I need to go see Shirley, I’ve only taken a few shorts so probably I’m not drunk.

I climbed down from the chair and made to walk, but staggered back a little. I sighed, I think I’m a little bit intoxicated, I waited for some minutes trying to put my drunken mind back together before walking again. I wonder why Shirley hasn’t called nor tried visiting meCopyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Is she okay?”

“Is something wrong with her?” I can’t help the instant reverberation of my heart at the thought of anything happening to her

“I really need to see her” I muttered and staggered into our room

“Your room, not ours, she’s gone!” My conscience thundered at me angrily

“Fuck!” I groan covering my face with my palms. I entered the bathroom and took a quick bath, enough to wash away my intoxicated state. I walked to the closet and picked a simple cloth, not wanting to go overboard with my dressing since I’m not in a good mood.

I didn’t bother to brush my hair nor the k out myself in the mirror-like I use to, I took my cell phone and dialed Shirley’s number while going out, it rang for close to three times before she picked the fourth time

“Sweetheart….” I called

“Yeeh…. ehhh… fuck…. yes… baby”

“Baby is everything okay?”

“Ahhhh…… yessss… every…. thing…. is fine”

At this point I was damn! Worried, I mean it’s too obvious something is wrong with her

“Is she sick? and refuse to tell me”

Deciding to cut the damn question and take action, thanks to a cold shower my drunken mind is out, and I can now drive, I picked up my car key from the living room and left the mansion at full speed, I was driving on high speed as the only thing I could think of at the moment is Shirley and her safety,

I don’t know how many minutes I drove but the next minute, I’m parking in Shirley’s apartment. I hurried down from my car and rushed inside the house, I know the passcode, I met the living room empty nobody is there, I started climbing into her room, with a heavy heart hoping she’s okay, I’m now standing before her door, I wanted to pull the doorknob when I started hearing sounds, at first I was a little bit confused, I wanted to pull the door and rush in but I held myself,

I placed my ear on the door trying to get a sound

“Fuck baby you’re the best” I heard a male voice followed by a spanking

“Ahh…. fuck…. yes…. Xavier…. fuck my pussy it’s all your”

“Who’s the best bitch?”

“You…. baby….”

“Does Nickolas fuck you like this….”

“No…….”

“Fucking scream my name…..”

“Xavier…..”

“Louder……. bitch”

“Xavier please….. fuck me… harder…….”

“Yes….. that’s my bitch give it to daddy”

I could feel my adrenaline threatening to burst at that instant, my blood boiled, unannounced sweat formed all over my body at that instant, with shaky hands I pulled the doorknob slowly,

“Shit!” I cursed inwardly beholding the sight before me, Shirley was on all fours as Xavier, my best friend, rode her from the back. My heart shattered into a million pieces, different scenes flash through my memory

“How I left Ava on our wedding night for Shirley”

“How I mistreated my best friend for Shirley”

“How I disgraced her private and publicly many times for Shirley”

Turns of emotions slammed in, I was broken, betrayed, and played, by the two people I love most

I couldn’t take it anymore, slowly I went out and closed the door as they were unaware of my presence since they were so caught up in their mess

I nearly slipped a step and fell, if not I held onto the rail. Beads of sweat trickled down from my head. I entered my car but couldn’t drive, I held onto the steering as the scene I saw minutes ago replayed in my head

“I hope it will not be too late when you realize who Shirley is….” I could still remember Ava saying that. Does this mean she knew Shirley all along

“Fuck Nickolas you messed up!!!” I yelled, hitting my knuckles on the steering wheel. They had already turned red and were bleeding, but that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

I fought the urge to cry, I lost my best friend but most especially my wife for a bitch, and a bastard of a friend.

My teeth chattered, as my body shivered, instant fever slammed in,

I manage to turn the steering and drove into the busy road, my body started shaking as my sight turns blurry, I couldn’t see properly

“Ahhhh…..” I screamed and held onto my head leaving the steering as a pounding headache took over, I was so into my body that I forget I was driving, my car started speeding on its own at great speed, I look to see a close truck, I tried to reverse the car but it’s too late

“Screeee…… ghashhhhh” Was the last sound I heard before I black out.