Love Hurts

Chapter 1

I woke up to find my husband missing from the bed again. This was not something new. He always left before I woke and came home late. My husband, Christopher Neal Caffery, 26 years old, deep blue eyes Brown hair, 6"3 and the Hotel Tycoon. He owned the world best and coolest resorts and hotels. The first time I saw him and I knew he was it for me. And I was over the moon about the fact that he loved me too. I met him at a party thrown by my father.

Myself, Eva Catherine Caffery, I am a not very beautiful just a regular girl with a millionaire grandfather and a billionaire husband. But I will choose love and happiness over money any day.

I drag myself out of bed and head to the shower. After changing into some jeans and top I head out to the kitchen. I make myself some tea and Pancakes and sit on the bar with the newspaper.

And there it is my husband's latest fling. This is how it has been since we got married. Every other day I see him with a different woman. I married him thinking he loved me but he proved every other day that he didn't. I slept with him. I warmed his bed but still he jumped from my bed to someone else's'. I feel the tears flow but there is no way I can stop them.

Enough is enough. I have decided to leave him finally. I wait for him to come home. It's late when he finally decided to come home and my tears have dried by this time. When he enters through the front door he his surprised to see me waiting for him. I had given that up long ago. It was useless to wait for him.

"Why are you still awake?" he askes me. Usually he comes home have sex with me, showers and then sleeps.

I show him the newspaper. He rolls his eyes and makes his way to the stairs.

" I want a divorce Christopher." I state.

He stops and turns to me.

" A divorce?"

"Yes"

He laughs bitterly. "I thought you loved me?" He mocks.

"Things have changed Christipher."

"You know there is only one way out."

"And whats that?" I ask him.

"Like you don't know."

He leaves me there utterly confused. He always blames me like it was me who forced him to get married.