The $100 Humiliation- Watching My Broke Ex Stare at My Billionaire Husband Chapter 05

The $100 Humiliation- Watching My Broke Ex Stare at My Billionaire Husband Chapter 05

Luckily, someone passing by chased the man away. 

I collapsed on the side of the road, shaking for a long time. 

Even though I was terrified, I forced myself to go to work the 

next day. 

The store was slow. I looked up nearby abortion clinics online. 

Just then, a familiar voice spoke above me, cool and casual. 

“Why did you call me yesterday?” 

It was Pierce. 

I put my phone away and looked down. “I forgot.” 

Pierce stared at me for a long time, then chuckled low. 

“The condoms you delivered were bad. They broke last night.” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

I blinked, then said. 

“There’s a birth–control pill at the pharmacy next door.” 

He smiled at me. 

“Why would I buy that?” 

“If she gets pregnant, I’ll marry her.” 

My heart skipped a beat. I looked up at him. 

I thought about the years we’d been closest. 

He’d given me almost everything I ever wanted. 

I said I wanted a career. 

He pulled me into his company, trained me one–on–one, 

turned me from someone who couldn’t read reports into a 

director who closed big deals alone. 

I said I wanted to learn piano. 

He sat me on his lap, held my hands, and taught me patiently, 

over and over. 

When we finished a song, he rested his chin on my shoulder 

and asked lazily, “Got it?” 

I said I wanted to go to a spiritual mountain to pray. 

He took a day off work, held my hand, and climbed every step with me. 

I twisted my ankle on the way down. Teary, I asked, “You won’t leave me, will you?” 

He flicked my forehead. “Don’t be stupid.” 

Then he knelt down, lifted me onto his back without a word, 

and carried me steadily down the mountain. 

Everyone said Pierce loved me more than anything. 

If I lifted a finger, he’d do anything for me. 

But I knew. 

He promised me everything- except marriage. 

I’d always wanted a home. 

My parents divorced when I was little. 

As soon as they split, they both started new families. 

I never felt comfortable at my dad’s, or my mom’s. 

I stayed in dorms on weekends in high school because I didn’t want to go “home“. Neither place was mine. 

Being at my dad’s hurt, seeing his new wife and their kid. 

Being at my mom’s felt like being a guest, uncomfortable 

around her husband. 

In college, they passed me back and forth. Neither wanted me. 

I could only rely on part–time jobs and financial aid. 

No place was home. I was a stranger everywhere. 

Pierce always comforted me, said I’d be happy someday. 

But when I said I wanted a home, he always hesitated. 

He’d stroke my hair and coo, “Slow down, Lila. I’m not ready 

yet.” 

I thought we could take our time. 

But hearing him say so casually that he’d marry Lynn… I finally understood. 

Maybe he wasn’t unready. He just wasn’t ready for me. 

Maybe he really did love Lynn. 

Like he said she was the one who talked to him, who stayed 

up with him through his sleepless nights. 

So she must be the one he loved. 

Loved enough to break his arranged marriage for. 

I looked down and said, “Good for you.” 

Pierce leaned down. “You have nothing to say to me?” 

I said, “Wish you a happy marriage, everlasting love, and a baby soon?” 

He laughed, annoyed. “Lila, you’re really good at pissing me 

off.” 

He turned and left. 

I watched him go. 

He didn’t go to the pharmacy next door. 

I gave up completely.