James Stefflon The Gifted Heir

"Bestie guess what?"

"What?"

"My trash husband just won a lottery of two million dollars!!"

Becca stared at her best friend with her eyes opened up as they were filled with absolute shock.

Seeing the look of surprise on her friend's face, Layla was currently undergoing a manicure, wriggled her toes in excitement before smacking her red lips.

"That's right. That useless bastard. Since the two years we got married, yesterday night was the first time I have ever given him a kiss on the  lips " Layla's brows creased as she didn't bother hiding the disgust on her face.

"The useless wretch even wanted to consummate our marriage " she added with a shake of the head.

"Did you?" Becca had with her eyes sparking with interest.

"What do you think!" Layla smiled sweetly.

"I don't usually enjoy guessing, but I'll bet that you did?" Becca shrugged her shoulders.

"Then you don't know me girl " Layla burst into an amused fit of laughter.

"You didn't?" Becca appeared surprised.

"But he--"

"Hmpfh " Layla cut her off with a snort.

"Taking his two million dollars prize money is only worth my kiss and a single early morning omelette from me. If he wishes to win my heart completely, he would have to do better than that" saying this, Layla brushed off a strand of her cooper colored hair in a stylish manner.

"Ohh.." Becca slowly shook her head before mumbling in only a tone she could hear.

"Isn't that heartless though?"

"Hmph. Speaking of trash, what about the mooching piece of trash you call a husband?" Layla was quick to change the topic of discussion. 

"Oh. You mean James!" 

"Duh. Of course. Who else do you think I was referring to?" Layla rolled her eyes.

"His meat selling business is going great " Becca replied with a small smile.

"Hmpfh. What nonsense meat business.  I was asking if you are happy, putting up with a loser like him?" 

"Please mind your language Layla. Although you are my friend, I don't appreciate you referring to my husband like that " Layla warned with an uncomfortable expression on her face. 

"Sorry. Sorry " Layla giggled while raising up both hands in surrender.

"Either ways I am still curious how your marriage with that loser has been in the past three years now" 

"Sigh.." seeing that her friend refused to stop referring to her 'husband' in such a demeaning term, Becca didn't waste her breath trying to convince her otherwise. 

"Well, apart from you, only a few people knows that we are married.." she warned lightly.

"As for our marriage.. I don't have anything to complain about. He knows how to cook, clean and always tries his best to satisfy and make me Happy. Plus, he doesn't like feeding off my money like you and my Family relatives thinks. He isn't a moocher" Becca replied.

"Ohh.. why does it sound like you are slowly falling in love with him huh?" Layla teased.

"I.. I... is it wrong? I mean he's my husband right?"

"Gosh" seeing her friend being so flustered, Layla face palmed.. 

"Although you are beautiful, I usually wonder why you ended up with the brains of an ugly country witch"

"With this kind of beauty you possess, don't tell me you are satisfied putting up with a loser like James?" she questioned harshly.

"But I'm happy being married to him, and that's all that matters " Becca shrugged.

"Geez. What kind of public figure are you huh? let me tell you something, even if you decide to keep your marriage with James as a secret from the public, it is still going to Impact your career as an actress, alright?"

"You can't go to award ceremonies with that moocher tagging along with you. And no matter how happy you think you are, the world would still think of you as a spinster, just like me. Believe me, it's very stressful to keep up such charade. Especially for someone like you who refuses to find quality pleasure outside of her matrimony " Layla shook her head pitifully.

"I can't break my marriage vows " Becca shook her head vehemently.

"Then you don't have to" Layla retorted sharply.

"What.. What do you mean?"

"The easy way around this is to divorce that piece of shit. I can hook you up with this French director. Not only is he young and sexy, he's rich as well. Didn't you tell me it's been getting really difficult to land yourself roles in big budget movies. This might be your only chance bestie"

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"And that would be all for today " a young man who appeared to be in his middle twenties, beamed as his rough looking fingers skimmed through a a few notes of dollar bills.

"Nine hundred dollars" he called out the total sum with a satisfied smile.

"The business was good today" James removed the blood stained apron he wore before picking up a sponge as he began scrubbing off the blood on the selling shelf of his meat shop.

About half an hour later, James has finished cleaning up the store and was already on his blue colored scooter, driving home.

"I need to stop at that ice cream store. I heard their Rue Silver gelato is Becca's favorite" the image of a certain beautiful woman popped up in James subconsciousness, causing a smile to grace his dry lips.

Rue Silva Gelato.. this was a luxury snack that only the 'rich' could afford to consume. That was because a single cup cost about three hundred dollars! 

On a normal day, James wouldn't go out of his way to purchase such an expensive snack. However today wasn't just any ordinary day. It was his third marriage anniversary!

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Ruumblee!

Lighting flashed in the skies, followed by the booming of thunder. Packing his scooter at the yard of his apartment, Aiden brought out two brown colored wraps before looking up towards the skies which was already producing a drizzle of rain.

"Oh shit. It's going to rain. Would Becca be displeased that I bought ice cream for her on a rainy evening?" he mumbled to himself.

"No. I am sure Becca would appreciate my effort" he consoled himself before walking towards the porch.

However upon arriving, his eyes constricted when he saw a familiar looking luggage leaning against the door.

"What is my traveling luggage doing outside?" he frowned.

"Maybe Becca brought out some stuff because she's cleaning the house?"

Ignoring the luggage, he twisted the knob of the door, only to find it locked.

"Huh? Becca is not inside? then why is my stuffs outside?" He mumbled.

Just then, his eyes happened to land on a sheet of paper taped to his luggage. Reading the contents, James nearly had a heart attack.

"D-Divorce?!" His voice trembled as he felt his head beginning to spin.

"Why.. Why would she want a divorce? did I do something wrong?"

Just when James was having a hard time believing the contents of the divorce paper he was currently holding, he felt his phone beep from within his pocket. Checking the home screen, his eyes lit up when he saw that the caller was Becca.

He immediately answered the call 

"You piece of trash called James, listen up because I am only going to say this once" James expression blanked when he heard that familiar sweet voice through the other end.

"You must've seen the divorce papers by now and you're probably thinking it's a mistake. Well, newsflash.. it isn't!"

"Did you really think I was going to continue putting up with a trash like you? hello! this isn't Hollywood so wake up to reality! Since the three years of our marriage, I have realized that you haven't brought anything to me but bad luck. And honestly, I am fed up with that "

"Once you sign the divorce papers, kindly paste it on the door 

Oh, and don't think of staying there once I return because when I do, I will be accompanied by the police. This is good-bye. As for where else you go, it's none of my business. Infact you should probably commit suicide and die,  I am sure you would be doing the world a great favor because that would mean one less loser "

As soon as these words were said, the call immediately got disconnected. However James wasn't aware because he didn't even know what time the phone had slipped off his grip and his knees had kissed the ground.

"No!!!" tears gushed out from his eyes as he screamed out his lungs in agony.

Three..

Three years! Three years he spent trying to do his best to please a woman all so he could slowly win her love. Just when he felt he had succeeded, she shoved a divorce paper right at his face;

If he wasn't the most miserable man in the world.. then who was?!