Billionaire Ex-wife Vengeance

Vera's POV

My ears had been itching for the arrival of my husband in his black BMW which had just arrived the moment I finished placing all the deliciously cooked dishes on the dining table. Finally, he was here and I could hear the hard brakes screeching to a haut in such a hurry. In the next minute Francis walked into the house looking ghostly.

He scanned the house decoration. On the wall was boldly written happy third wedding anniversary, on the table were mouth watery dishes and the aroma was irresistible.

"Welcome home Francis…” I kissed him on the lips but he did not return my kiss. He must be very tired. I thought to myself while I let him towards the table to eat..

"I went through a lot getting everything ready. Do you like it?" I said to him, hoping to get a gleaming response but his words came out coldly.

"Yes."

I frowned hard, even though I was trying to understand that it isn't in the nature of men to pay attention to every detail and perhaps always give compliments. Francis never complimented my efforts, and neither does he notice when I get my hair done or when I buy a new dress. He'd never paid attention to little details about me.

"Do you remember our wedding vows?"

Francis asked me out of the blue…

I paused in dishing his food to take a look at him. There were several vows. I wonder if he has any specific one in mind.

"Yes, I remember all of it."

I smiled.

"We promised ourselves for better or worse."

His tone became serious and I wondered why he chose this topic all of a sudden. Even though it was our wedding anniversary, I wanted us to talk about special things in a good way but with the tonnation of his voice, I assumed he was forcing himself to talk…

"I remember." My reply was brief as I placed the grilled turkey and cutleries for him to start digging in. I was getting anxiety from the topic I wanted to end. Our vows were beautifully pronounced by the both of us on our wedding day, we had a lot of family friends attend it.

Even though none of my family came because I married Francis out of their will, I was still happy that his friends made it a memorable moment for both of us.

A suffocating silence hung in the air between the two of us after then. My head was buried in the food when I stole a glance at him, he hadn't even touched his food. If only stares could kill I would have dropped dead right now from those bullet stares of his.

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat then swallowed hard.

"Is everything alright my love?"

"Do you love me, Vera?"

I almost spitted out the water I was drinking. Why all these questions? Was it because it was our anniversary? Was Francis being depressed again and unsure of my love? My actions towards him should be able to assure him how much I loved and cared about him but he never seemed to care so I was wondering why he wanted me to confess to him now..

I cleared my throat briefly and I replied.

"Yes, I love you, Francis . I really do. My love for you can not be measured on any scale." I boasted…

"Does that mean you will do anything for me?” He asked.

Although I was being creeped out by his endless questions and cold face, I responded by shaking my head positively. I do not know what games he was playing. Francis is always full of surprises. Maybe he got me an expensive gift and only wanted to make sure I was qualified for his gift.