The Billionaire Playboy

Emily POV

The plane lands and it is finally time for me to go home. I was supposed to be home by the end of the week, but my meetings have been postponed. I decided to come back early and surprise him. I have been worried since he hasn't picked up his phone, but he could be busy.

I walked into the house that my husband and I bought together 6 years ago. The excitement that I feel is overwhelming. I took a little time off of work. I want to take my husband on a second honeymoon. We didn't have that much fun on our first honeymoon. Damian broke his leg on the second day and I had food poisoning for the whole week. I spent my honeymoon in the hospital.

I walk down the hall and hear some grunting sounds coming from our room. At first, I thought Damian was in pain, but as I got closer I realized that it was the same noise that he makes when we have sex.

I steadied myself against the wall, hoping that what I was hearing was wrong. I walk closer as slowly as possible, wishing this is all a bad dream that I am going to wake up from any moment.

I open the door with a bang. The door splinters and breaks with the force that it hits the wall. Damian and the woman scream in fright. My blood runs cold once I see who the woman was, my best friend. How could he?

My vision blurred with tears as I made my way out of the house. I start running down the street. I hear Damian calling out to me in the distance. I didn't care anymore. The rain is pouring down onto my face and mixing with my tears. I could hardly see, but all I could think of was getting out of there.

I kept running for what felt like hours. I stopped once I had no more energy to go on. I stumbled into the alley and sat down. I pulled my legs to my chest and kept sobbing.

I don't know how long I sat there just feeling my heart break over and over again. Is this pain ever going to stop? I hear footsteps getting closer and closer. I look up and see a young man walking closer to me. I start wiping my tears profusely, trying to hide my tears.

"Don't worry about the tears. I already saw it." He gave me the kindest smile I have ever seen. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. This is why I came into the alley, so no one could see me. I was trying to hide my pain from the man, but he could see right through my facade.

"Why don't you come with me? It is cold outside. We can get a warm cup of coffee inside." This kind man helped me up and placed his leather jacket around my shoulders. This is the first time I realised that I left the house without getting myself something warm.

We stepped around the corner and I saw that we were at my favourite coffee shop. Santa Rosa is the kind of place that always brought me joy. It is no wonder that even when I didn't know where I was going that I came here.

We walked in and all the usual waiters were there. The smell of the rich coffee enters my nose and brings back so many memories. This is a place that I came to daily since I finished my degree. It was my second home. I celebrated all my major milestones here.

I sat at the booth that was reserved only for me. Yes, this is how I came here. I run my hands over the red tablecloth. It was supposed to bring me comfort, but right now it only gives me pain. This is the exact spot where Damian asked me to marry him. Where we planned our wedding together. All of it just went up in smoke. I feel the tears running down my face once again.

"Emily, you came back early." The owner of Santa Rosa pulled me up and gave me a hug. This only made me cry even harder. Rose has been a mother to me since my parents died just before I finished university. She pushed me back a bit and I guess she could see the sadness in my eyes. She didn't give me any pity for which I am grateful. She pushed me back into the booth and sat down next to me.

I told her everything that has happened since I walked into the house. We kept talking until my mind was far from the fact that my husband was cheating.

I walked out of the coffee shop feeling lighter than before. The kind man disappeared as soon as Rose sat down.

It was still raining outside, so I walked to the curb to catch a cab. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Damian standing behind me. My anger and hurt are back in full force.

"Can we please talk? I want to explain everything to you." Damian asked, looking guilty as sin. I know he will only make excuses. The most prominent one will be that I didn't give him enough attention. I know this because this was the excuse that my friend's husband used.

"Yes Damian, we can talk, but I don't want to talk about your explanation. Nothing you say can make this better. I will only talk to you about a divorce." I turn back to the cab that stopped. I climb in not looking back at Damian.