His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Thirty-Two Ellie

Icould see the words like a neon sign burning between us.

Trust me.

He was asking me to put my faith in him. I’d already said I did.

I supposed it was time for me to prove it.

“Excuse me,” I whispered, dipping my chin slightly before standing.

I exited the room after Gary’s new wife and took a seat across the hall from her. She busied herself with her cell phone, and I tried not to freak out while I tried not to think about what was going on in there.

Mr. Orion excused himself to his office, and my lawyer nodded at me before taking his leave.

Odd.

I thought he’d stick around, but he didn’t.

The minutes ticked by.

Three.

Seven.

I dropped my phone. Then picked it back up.

Ten.

Twelve.

Fuck.

What was taking so long?

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I understood my husband, but I knew he cared about Sammy. Even if he was only in this to get his hands on the company.

Mad or not about the high-handed way he’d dismissed me from the room, I believed Andres would do anything in his power to protect my son.

“You know he doesn’t care about the kid, right?” Gary’s wife spoke up.

“Excuse me?” I asked, stunned and a little wary.

“Your kid. Gary doesn’t care about him. And he has no claim either.”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Oh my God, are you this stupid? You guys went to a fertility clinic, right?” she asked, enunciating slowly, like I was some idiot.

“Yeah. But how did you know about that?” I asked.

Yes, it was true, I did go to a fertility clinic. But it wasn’t something I thought about a lot.

Gary had problems performing in bed with me. Like since day one. I was so damn green at the time, I believed it was my fault.

But we’d both wanted a child, or at least, I’d wanted a child. So yeah, I agreed to go to a reproductive specialist.

Gary had been adamant I kept that part of our journey to parenthood a secret.

He didn’t want my father to think he wasn’t man enough to impregnate his only daughter.

A fertility clinic had been the best answer to get the job done.

“You really are na?ve, aren’t you? Gary had a vasectomy when he was in his twenties. That kid is not his. He can’t be,” she said, rolling her eyes after dropping that bomb on me.

“What?” I gasped, horror pouring into me.

“He paid off the fertility doctor. Gary paid him off and made the man lie for him. Whoever your sperm donor was, it wasn’t Gary. He only shoots blanks,” she informed me.

Thunder roared inside my ears, and I was deaf, dumb, and blind to everything other than the bomb going off inside me.

Sammy wasn’t Gary’s son.

The truth was so damn obvious. He looked nothing like the man. Was nothing like him.

It all made sense.

Gary’s coldness. His indifference.

He never cared about Sammy. Only pretended interest when my father was alive.

“W-why are you telling me this?” I asked, still holding on to a sliver of doubt.

If she was lying, I would kill her myself. This was too much. More than I hoped for.

It was everything.

“Because I told him! I told Gary if he tried hitting me the way he hit you, I would destroy him. He didn’t believe me, but that’s his problem. Excuse me, my ride is here,” the future ex-Mrs. Peters said.

She stood up, her back ramrod straight, and she walked out of the waiting room.

I stood frozen for a solid thirty seconds before I raced back to the conference room and slammed the door open.

Andres looked cool and calm, sitting back while Gary raged about being cheated and about how miserable he was going to make our lives, Sammy’s life, if Andres didn’t give in.

I couldn’t listen for another minute.

“Stop! STOP!” I shouted.

“Ellie, what is it?” Andres asked, leaning forward.

“His wife. She told m-me?—”

“Shut up, you stupid fat bitch!” Gary shouted, losing his composure.

I never saw him look like that. Not even when he hit me.

“I fucking warned you,” Andres growled.

Then I watched as my husband vaulted over the table, knocking Gary to the floor with one punch to the older man’s jaw.

But Andres didn’t stop there.

And because I had suddenly found a newfound thirst for violence where my ex was concerned, I closed the door.

Gary grunted. He begged. But Andres offered no quarter.

Eyes that I once thought wise and full of caring met mine, and I felt nothing.

Not even pity.

Which was why I did nothing to stop Andres from straddling his chest and pummeling him in the face with his fist.

Over and over again, he hit him. And with every punch, I felt a piece of guilt, a piece of control that I wasn’t even aware Gary still held over me, loosen its grip, and fly away into the ether.

With his fists, and his fury, Andres gave me something I didn’t even know I was missing.

Andres gave me freedom.