The Trillionaire Delivery Guy

"Pizza delivery!" 

Liam called out, knocked on the door of the hotel, wipping the sweat dripping from his forehead.

After finishing this delivery, he would rush home to prepare dinner for his wife, Nina. She told him she had to work overtime again.

At this thought of her, despite being exhausted, Liam still showed a contented smile.

The door swung open with a quiet creak, "That was fast..." 

The voice cut off abruptly. When their eyes met, Liam's breath hitched.

Because it was Nina.

His 5-year-long wife, who was supposed be in the office, now was wearing a sexy dress in this hotel room. 

"What are you doing here, Nina?" Liam asked, his voice hoarse. His pulse pounded in his ears.

It was quite obvious. What other answer could there be when a woman in lingerie was in a hotel room?!

...But for one stupid, desperate second, Liam clung to the possibility that there was an explanation.

At the very first moment, Nina looked utterly stunned. She instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest… yet, no matter how hard she tried, her cleavage was still exposed like a deep canyon.

Her dress was so short that it left almost nothing to the imagination.

"Babe! Pizza is here?! Did they bring the thing I ask? "

A man wearing nothing but underwear appeared behind her. He naturally pulled half-naked Nina into his arms.

Here's the answer.

Liam’s grip on the box tightened. His knuckles went white.

"Nina, who the hell is him?"

Nina’s eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.

The guy looked as if he had just noticed Liam. He sized him up and down, then suddenly flashed a smirk that made Liam’s fists itch.

"Shit, you must be Liam. Nina’s loser husband!”

"You asked who I am? I’m Jake Johnson! The heir to the Johnson family, one of the richest in Riverside City!"

“Just go keep delivering. When we're done, you can come pick up your wife."

“Now give me the damn pizza and the thing your boss asked you to buy.”

Liam’s stomach lurched. That THING. 

His boss had told him to buy a SEX TOY from the store on his way here. 

Said the customer promised a fat tip.

He never expected the "customer" to be his wife.

Something inside Liam cracked. He instinctively reached out her hand, "Nina—"

But Nina just yanked her hand out of Liam's grip like his touch disgusted her.

She wiped her palm on her dress. Her voice was cold, distant. 

"Since you already saw everything, there's no point in pretending anymore." 

She regained her composure, crossed her arms, looking at him like he was an inconvenience. 

"You heard him, Jake is the one I've been looking for. My dream lover. You are just a broke dog running days and night. There's nothing you can compare with him." 

"Let’s end this cleanly, I want a divorce."

The words hit Liam like a sucker punch to the gut.

"...You want a divorce?" Liam repeated, barely recognizing his own voice, "You're leaving me just because he is richer? A fucking heir of a whatever family?"

Nina rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated.

"It's Johnson family! A RICHEST family! I'm not surprised a poor like you never heard of them."

"I’m the CEO of Nova Group. A billion-dollar company! And you’re just a pizza guy!"

"Jake deserves me! You don't! Get it?"

Liam stared at her, trying to reconcile this woman with the one he had once known. 

The woman who used to hold his hand and whisper about building a future together.

The woman who used to laugh with him over cheap can food, swearing they’d make it, no matter what.

- In richer or poorer, as long as we both shall live.

Bullshit.

Liam's voice turned raw. 

"Nina. When you started your company, I gave you every last dime I had."

"I worked their ass off, rain and snow; I cooked, cleaned, took care of everything for you everyday."

He flashed a mocking smile, “And now, just because I don’t wear a suit and drive a sports car, I’m nothing to you?"

Nina laughed. Her voice was flat, as if emotions were a waste of her time.

"Everyone wants more money. What’s wrong with me? I just love the better life you can't give me."

Jake beside her burst into laughter. 

“Exactly, douche head! I can give Nina billion-dollar deals! What can you give her? A two-for-one pizza coupon?"

Liam took a step back. His expression darkened. 

"I never imagine you're such a gold digger."

"If it weren’t for you saying you wanted to marry someone ‘on the same level,’ I wouldn’t have hidden who I really am...."

CRACK!

Before he could finish, Nina’s hand lashed out, slapping him hard across the face. 

The sharp sound echoed through the hallway.

"Just sign the divorce papers and fuck off!" she snapped, "Gross! Stop hounding me!"

Liam barely felt the sting on his cheek. The ache in his chest drowned out everything else. Slowly, he touched where she slapped, let out a quiet, hollow chuckle.

"That's it."

"I hope you get everything you’re chasing, Nina" 

His eyes, once filled with warmth for her, turned icy cold. 

"But don’t come crawling back when you realize what you lost."