💞 THE BILLIONAIRE SECRETARY 👩💻
{He’s a sëx freak
She’s crazy}
By Mhiz Topzy and Anny Oluchi
Genre-Billionaire romance
Not edited expect some errors
CHAPTER 51
AMY’S POV
It’s been two years since James and I ran away to London, and everything felt perfect at first. We had a little apartment, jobs, and each other. But over time, things started to change. James became distant, and I felt like I was losing him.
I never thought that the day would come when I would want to leave James. I had always imagined that we would be together forever, that nothing could ever tear us apart. But now, as I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the empty space next to me, I realized that things had changed. It wasn’t until recently that I realized he’s not the same person I fell in love with. The man I fell in love with was kind, loving, and devoted to me. But the man I’m with now is different. He’s always irritable, quick to anger, and barely spends any time with me anymore.
James had become distant, almost like a stranger to me. It had started slowly, his small moments of silence and brooding, but it had grown into something much bigger. He hardly spoke to me anymore, and when he did, it was only to argue or to criticize.
I tried everything I could think of to fix our relationship, but nothing seemed to work. I would try to talk to him, but he would always shut me down or simply ignore me. I’ve tried everything to make him happy, to make our relationship work, but nothing seems to be enough for him. It’s like he’s living in his own world, and I’m just a mere spectator in it. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to our relationship.
One day, I tried to talk to him about it, but he just brushed me off and told me I was imagining things. I knew then that I had to leave. I couldn’t keep living like this, and I couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay. I even suggested going to counselling, but he refused, saying that he didn’t need someone else to fix his problems. I grew more sad with every passing day.
It was on a rainy Tuesday evening that I finally realized that I couldn’t take it anymore. James had come home from work, but he didn’t even acknowledge me as he walked past me and straight into the bedroom. I followed him in, hoping that we could talk, but he just sat on the bed and stared blankly at the wall.
I sat down next to him and took his hand in mine. “James, what’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me?”
He pulled his hand away from mine and stood up. “I don’t know, Amy. I just need some time alone, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. We can’t just ignore our problems and hope they’ll go away. We need to talk about them.”
“I said I need some time alone, Amy. Can’t you just leave me alone for once?”
His words stung, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I stood up, feeling defeated. “Fine, James. Have your time alone. But I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending like everything’s okay when it’s not. I’m leaving.”
His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked like the old James, the one I had fallen in love with. “Leaving? Amy, no. Don’t go. We can work this out.”
“I’m leaving, James. I can’t keep living like this. You’re not the same person I fell in love with,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I know I’ve been distant, Amy. I know I’ve been a terrible partner, but please don’t leave me. I love you,” he says, his eyes pleading with me.
“I can’t keep holding on to a love that’s no longer there, James. I’m sorry,” I say, tears streaming down my face.
“Amy…please..” He begged. I looked at him and was conflicted. I was torn between changing my mind and going back to New York.
I shook my head. “No, James. I’ve tried everything I can think of, but it’s not working. You’re not the same person I fell in love with, and I can’t keep pretending like you are. I need to go back to my family. I need to figure out what I want and what’s best for me.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him a chance. I quickly grabbed a bag and began to pack my things. I start packing my bags, taking only the essentials. As I pack, memories of our time together flood my mind. The good times, the laughter, and the love we once shared. It hurts to think about what we had and what we could have been, but it’s time to move on. He watched me silently, and when I was done, he didn’t say a word as I walked out the door. A part of me wanted him to run after me and to tell me he loved me and can not let me go, but none of that happened.
As I walked down the stairs and out of the apartment building, tears streamed down my face. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, leaving James behind. But I knew deep down that it was the right thing to do. I needed to find myself again, to figure out what I wanted in life. And maybe, just maybe, James would eventually find his way back to the person he used to be. But for now, I needed to focus on myself and my own happiness.
As I walked away from our small apartment, I can’t help but look back one last time. James is standing in the doorway, watching me go. It’s the last time I see him, and it’s a bittersweet feeling. I’m sad for what we lost, but I’m hopeful for what’s to come.
As I sat on the train, I couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened. I thought about how much I loved James and how happy we were when we first arrived in London. But I also thought about how much I had changed since then.
I couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness within me. Leaving James behind was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made, but it was one that I knew was necessary. I couldn’t continue living in a relationship that was so one-sided and lacking in love and affection.
As I gazed out of the window, I remembered all the good times we had shared together. The late night conversations, the walks in the park, the shared laughter over inside jokes. But as time passed, it seemed like James was becoming more and more distant. He hardly showed any interest in me, and when he did, it felt forced and fake.
I had tried talking to him about it, but he always brushed it off and told me that everything was fine. But everything was not fine. I could feel the distance between us growing every day, and it was only a matter of time before I reached my breaking point.
Leaving James was not easy, but I knew I had to do it for my own sanity and well-being. As the train chugged along, I started to think about what the future held for me. I knew that going back to my family would bring its own set of challenges, but at least I would be surrounded by people who loved and cared for me.
Deep down, I still loved James and hoped that one day we could rekindle what we had lost. But for now, I had to focus on healing myself and moving on from a relationship that had turned toxic.
As the train pulled into the station, I gathered my things and made my way towards the exit. It was time to face my family and start a new chapter in my life.
When I arrived at my parents’ house, I was relieved to be back in the comfort of my childhood home. My parents were surprised to see me and asked what had happened. I told them everything, from how James had been acting to how I felt about our relationship.
My parents listened and comforted me, telling me that everything would be okay. But I knew it wouldn’t be easy. Leaving James was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make, but I knew it was the right one.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I didn’t hear from James, and I didn’t try to contact him either. I needed time to heal and to figure out what I wanted for my future.
Eventually, I started to feel like myself again. I started going out with friends, picked up old hobbies, and started to enjoy life again. But a part of me still missed James and the life we had together.
