Ken’s POV.
During the drive back home in the cab, I often raked my fingers through my hair out of frustration, realizing that I was a fool to have ditched Mira!
I shouldn’t have thrown her out of my life the way I did five years ago.
She was lovely, beautiful, innocent, and everything any man would wish for in a wife, but I was just a dickhead!
I fucked up the moment I planned on setting her up with a pimp!
Now, take a look at who my precious ex-wife ended up with.
It was my damn fucking half-brother, who I despised so much!
I grind my teeth harshly, letting out a sharp hiss every second as I rake through my hair over again. The cab driver stole glances at me from the rearview mirror each time I lashed out, which was very much expected due to how annoyed and remorseful I was currently feeling.
I regretted ever leaving my sweet Mirabelle who later ended up in the dirty hands of Noah Sylvester.
I never considered Noah as my brother in any way cause I’ve always hated him.
My hatred towards him grew right from the day he took all the properties my father owned without leaving a thing for me to call my own!
Why?!
Because he was known in the family as a dutiful and responsible son in the eyes of everyone while I was the irresponsible and lazy one.
“Dutiful son my foot! He fucking dared to take my wife from me just because I made a little drastic decision!” I cussed, staring out of the window.
All of that shit they said and thought about me was false!
They never gave me a chance to prove my worth since that tragic day when my father’s factory almost got burnt in flames accidentally.
They thought it was my fault cause I was the last one to leave after my father had ordered me to make sure the powers In the factory were turned off.
How the factory almost burnt to ashes_ I had no idea.
Luckily, Noah was the one who was able to stop the outbreak of the fire in time before it could spread around the factory.
Ever since then, he had been the one they praised while I was mocked.
My father, as the strict head of the family, refused to give me a share of his properties, transferring everything to Noah, his first son, while leaving me stranded with nothing to call my own except being called the house hubby to the Davies heiress, Mirabelle Estella Davies!
Every day when she left for the company, I would remain at home idly cause I had nothing to do, my extended family members would always taunt me behind my back whenever they saw me outside the mansion or with Mira, calling me names but the word I despised the most was when they called me the ‘lazy second son of Mr. Sylvester’
It never failed to make my blood boil, infuriating me in the process. I tried to stop myself from giving them a piece of my mind, considering that I might end up breaking some teeth and sending many of them into a hospital with broken legs and arms.
One day, Mira asked me to be her PA in her father’s company, which she owned, but I furiously turned down her offer, considering it a big slap to my face for my wife to ask me, her husband to be her PA in her own company!
I couldn’t do that!
I can’t be a personal assistant to my wife while she ran her company, sending me on flimsy errands which I felt disgusted and vexed just by the thoughts of it.
I slowly began growing jealous whenever I saw Mira in a business meeting, dutifully fulfilling her responsibilities as the owner of the company after her parent’s death.
The jealousy I had towards my ex-wife grew into silent hatred, and from the silent hatred, I began showing it out in the open as I pushed her away and often made a mountain out of a molehill.
Mitchelle, noticing the uprising misunderstanding and conflict between me and Mira, came to me to help me after figuring out why I was acting the way I did.
She offered to help me get everything I wanted, further poisoning my mind against Mira as she filled my head with ways which I could use to take all of Mira’s properties and put them into my name and also kick Mira out of my life since I didn’t love her anymore.
I selfishly and foolishly accepted her offer, but in return, I had to get married to her, who also turned out to be my ex-wife’s younger sister.
I successfully made Mira unknowingly sign over her properties cause she trusted and loved me with all her heart.
“What a dumbass that I was to have betrayed her the way I did,” I muttered to myself, fully aware that I made the biggest mistake of my life the day I took advantage of her trust and love towards me.
She never for one day mocked me about being at home all the time while she went to the office and worked her ass off but I was ungrateful.
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I devised a plan to frequently accuse Mira of having multiple lovers outside our marriage whenever she returned home late from work.
Even going as far as hurting her feelings and emotions, her mental and emotional state being at stake that she drowned her tears in alcohol with the sole aim of taking away the pain In her heart and the memory of our argument from earlier that day.
I released a deep sigh In the backseat of the cab, pinching the space between my eyebrows cause I doubted if Mira would ever forgive me after everything I had done.
“Sir, is everything okay with you?” The driver finally asked out of concern, watching how I had been behaving lately since I entered his cab.
I turned my face away, not answering his questions.
“Sir, do you mind getting dropped by a coffee shop? Drinking coffee always made me feel better whenever I felt like I was going to lose my sanity. Have a drink of coffee, and you will thank me later,” The oldie suggested I even cared about the trash, he said.
I gave him a sharp glare through the car’s rearview mirror cause he had his gaze on me through it, and when he saw my sharp eyes stare back at him, he immediately gulped and moved his eyes away, focusing on the road ahead.