Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

MARK'S POV

My jaw tightened and I felt my hands trembling by my side before they clenched into fists when I saw the man wrap his arms around Sydney and hugged her tightly.

Without thinking, I strode forward, burning with jealousy and pulled Sydney away from the man. Immediately Sydney was out of the way, I connected my first with the man's face. The bastard staggered back, his hands going to his face.

"What the hell, Mark?" I heard Sydney yell behind me but that didn't stop me I covered the space between us and dealt him another blow to the face. This time, as he staggered back, he fell to the floor. "Mark! Get off him this minute," that was Grandma but I was unstoppable.

I straddled him and swung my fists in his face again. Who did he think he was to just waltz out of nowhere and hold Sydney like that?

As I pulled my arm back to hit him again, his palm cupped my fist. His bleeding mouth opened and he spat out the most infuriating words I think I would hear that night.

"Stop while I'm still asking."

The audacity! I was about to hit him again when I found myself falling to the ground beside the man. Sydney pushed me.

I watched as she helped the man up. She glared at me, "Are you insane? Why did you do that?!"Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

By now, a small crowd had already formed around us. I grinded my teeth and got up from the floor. "How daft are you?" I erupted, "He was taking advantage of you and you let him. Didn't you notice?" "You are the daft one here, idiot. How can he take advantage of me in front of everyone? Does that even make sense?"

"It doesn't need to make sense before you know that he just wants to take advantage of you!"

Sydney's brows creased in anger and confusion but all in all, the gaze shel directed at me was filled with disdain and contempt, "What arrant rubbish are you spouting? I have k 1 this man for years! Long before I married

you. There is no way he would ever harm me."

I felt my heart squeeze tight and my senses clouded with jealousy. "So what? Is this some fucking reunion or my grandma's birthday?" Even I could tell that my words dripped with bitterness.

I couldn't help but feel the sting that came with losing Sydney. I knew I had lost her but I would still fight for her...I would plead for her forgiveness, for

her love.

During our marriage,I could always feel her adoring looks but I chose to ignore them and cast her aside because I knew she had grown to love me and would not leave no matter how much I hurt her. Atleast, that was what I thought.

Even though we are officially divorced, I knew there was still that dim fire alight in her for me. All I had to do was make it burn brighter and more ferociously. I believed there was still a chance for reconciliation.

I swept my gaze over the man she had apparently met before me. Even as his face was a telltale that he had been hit, it pained me to admit that he was good looking. If his pictures should get out, it wouldn't be long before. the ever judging public will start to compare us.

For a moment, as I watched Sydney dust the man's clothes, blatantly. ignoring my words and my existence, I wondered if she had stuck with me and let me treat her unfairly because I was...a substitute to the man she really yearned for?

I shook my head, refusing to delve deeper into it. I had never been a substitute and I would never.

I didn't know what prompted me - maybe it was the way Sydney stuck to him like he was some breakable egg- but I found myself swinging my fist at him.

Warm biks

again

The man dodged the blow by quickly taking a couple of steps hack, taking Sydney with him.

As I took a step closer, Grandma Doris got in my way. She slapped me on my arm and for an aged woman, her slaps still hurt. "Stop this nonsense and apologize to your uncle!"

I could have easily pushed her out of my way but her words cleared the rage in my eyes and left me frozen to the spot

My uncle? I had never heard of having an uncle. Never ever. Not even once. So where did this uncle incarnate from?

I scoffed, "Uncle, you say?" Then I burst out laughing, "I never knew I had a fucking uncle!"

The next second, Grandma Doris struck my mouth with her cane. I glared at her and she returned my glare with equal fervor. "Language!" She scolded sternly.

Reflectively my fingers went to my lips. My gaze shifted from Grandma Doris to Sydney and leg damned man. "What in the world is going on?" I demanded hotly.

The man stepped forward, Sydney still stuck to his side. He calmly studied me. Then he finally spoke up, "I am your grandfather's youngest son. I was sent away when you were very young. There is no way you would have remembered me. I don't blame you."

Then he stretched out his hand for a handshake. He smiled politely, "Let's get reacquainted, Mark. I am Lucas, your uncle."

I angrily slapped his hands away from my sight. "I'm not asking who you are, asshole. And I don't want to get acquainted or reacquainted with you. I'm asking what's going on between you and Sydney?" Grandma Doris hit me on the back of my thigh with her cane again. I closed my eyes and swore, I swear if she hit me again, I would not care that she was my favorite family member, I would snatch that cane from her and

break it.

"What do you mean what's going on?" She mocked in a stern and firm tone." lan't it obvious, dummy2" She half turned to them, gesturing from one of them to the other, "I wanted to introduce Lucas to Sydney, and it turns out. that they knew each other before, lan't that a match made in heaven?"

"What stupid match?!" I angrily retorted, "Didn't you just say he was my uncle? How can my uncle be a match made in heaven for my ex-wife?!"

Doris coldly responded, "Whether you find it stupid or not is none of my concem," her gaze briefly swept around, "Infact, it's nobody's business. Sydney is a wonderful girl. Since you have refused to appreciate her, naturally someone else has to. Now move!" Her cane swung forward again. but I was able to elude its hit.

Hours later, I paced around in my bedroom in my family's home. I couldn't bring myself to calm down or stop thinking about Sydney and that irritable. uncle together.

Unable to contain it any longer, I snatched my phone from the bed. I swallowed my pride and dialed Sydney's number, I was told that the line was unavailable. I gritted my teeth as I dialed her number again, desperately and angrily hoping it wasn't what I thought.

When the machine voice spoke up again that the line was unavailable, I furiously threw my phone to the marble floor. She has blocked me again. Due to the force with which I threw the phone, its screen shattered into unidentifiable shards of glasses just like my shattered marriage to Sydney.