William Georges Bruce Cavendish second of the name was on vacation, finally. It hadn't happened to him in years, and after his divorce from his wife, or rather his ex-wife who had taken away a good chunk of his fortune, he really thought he deserved a vacation. But even so, it hadn't been easy to achieve despite all the goodwill in the world. William, Will for those close to him, even if there were few who could boast of being part of it, was part of an illustrious family of English Barons, this same family attached to a large ducal house, so he had many restrictions as a nobleman, even if he remained more free because he was only the sixth son, thus far in the list of succession to the title. At thirty-five years old, he had made a name for himself in the business world by starting his own company fifteen years earlier, and today he counts as one of the biggest fortunes in the country, independently of the fortune of his family.
Of course his status as a noble and a millionaire had brought him the attention of all sorts of venal women and he had had the misfortune to marry the worst of them all, Margaret Huntington. The latter came from a fairly bourgeois family in the country, her grandfather having made a fortune in the creation of jewelry, it was also in an exhibition of one of his blue diamonds that he had met Margaret. She was beautiful, cultivated and full of life, he had liked her independence and her way of being, her self-confidence and her humor. Their relationship had made the front page of the English tabloids, he, son of a house of barons and she, daughter of a wealthy jewelry designer, launched into a torrid relationship, everyone had been launched into incredible speculations about their relationship. He thought he had found the woman of his life and had therefore married her, to the chagrin of his family who had hoped to see him marry a woman from the nobility, he had even failed to draw up a marriage contract for her but had yielded to his mother to reassure her, and in the end he had been very disappointed.
Only three years after their marriage, he had opened his eyes to the woman he had really married. A venal woman whose main occupation was to squander her fortune, not without cuckolding him with various male celebrities in the country. When she was caught in the act, namely in their marital bed as he returned a day early from a business trip, she didn't even have the decency to apologize. Instead she did what she knew how to do best, play the victim and make him look like the bad guy in the story, blaming him for never being there and always being busy with his work. Which he found ironic because if he didn't work hard enough he was afraid his entire fortune would end up in Louboutin or Jimmy Choo shoes that she couldn't help but buy every week.
She had begged him to forgive her, imploring the love he felt at that time for her, using her buxom body to entertain him and it had worked since they had slept together that night. He had therefore decided to turn the page, and to build a family life together, she seemed to repent a lot. He wanted children, and she said she wanted the same thing, but they had tried without success and she seemed so upset that he had considered giving up on his dream. But he had quickly discovered that once again she had made fun of him, the truth had jumped in his face. One night when she was in the bathroom asking for a clean towel, he had been rummaging through her belongings for some, only to come across a box of birth control pills and a prescription proving the treatment was right. recent. So she took the pill on the sly and still made him believe that she felt bad for not being able to have it.
This discovery had shattered all the trust and love he felt for her, he had put the medicine back in place as if nothing had happened and had retrieved the towel to pass it to her. He hadn't let anyone know what was going on, instead he had contacted his lawyer to start divorce proceedings before taking his things under the guise of a business trip. When Margaret heard the news she was so angry that she almost set her house on fire, but luckily the police were quick to intervene, preventing the fire from spreading further into her central South Kensington mansion. The affair had come to light and made headlines once again, his marriage had become a subject of ridicule for others, and the truth about his wife's infidelities had fruited in the tabloid press.
Ironically, his wife, who had caused a huge scandal because he dared to separate from her, had demanded the sum of two hundred and fifty thousand pounds so that she could leave without causing him any problems. He ended up conceding to pay her two hundred thousand and even then it wasn't easy for her to accept the deal, hence the long divorce, without forgetting that she wanted the mansion, there too he had given in. All this had exhausted him, but the worst thing was to face the incessant reproaches of his parents who kept telling him that they had warned him not to marry this kind of people, even if he had to admit that they had been right that this blow and that he should have listened to them, but that he had preferred to rebel. It was therefore after all these misadventures that he had decided to take a well-deserved holiday at his beachside villa in St Andrews, Scotland, a charming two hundred square meter house facing south, with a private beach. . This villa was supposed to be a vacation home for him and his wife, he was planning to surprise her with it, and now it had become his refuge to console himself from his divorce, really life knew how to fuck your ass without lube.
He had prepared his trip beforehand, by dealing with the most urgent files he had to study, he had brought forward appointments with clients to grant himself a month's availability away from all these beautiful people. Of course he knew he wouldn't really be on vacation, and for that he had taken his laptop with him just in case. And now there he was, seated in first class of a plane that would take him from London to Edinburgh, as a stewardess was obviously trying to seduce him. A waste of time, he really hadn't been in the mood to be interested in women since Margaret, especially since she was nowhere near as beautiful as her. He even wondered if he could ever feel again what he had felt with anyone.