Book 3: Chapter 7
Mrs. Carter’s face twisted in anger.
“Son, I don’t mind you dating whoever you want.”
“But marriage? That’s a different story. How could you marry
someone like her?!”
“And what kind of person am I?” I shot back, a cold smile forming on my lips.
“Your son was the one who got down on his knees and begged me to marry him.”
“He didn’t even bother with an engagement ring or anything!”
“And he made me sign a prenup before the ink was dry.”
“I’ve done nothing wrong–I’ve never once betrayed your son!”
Sure, I wasn’t some rich heiress, but I didn’t grow up lacking anything
either. I was
my parents‘ only daughter, and they made sure I was well taken care
- of.
When your son wanted to marry me, my parents didn’t ask for
anything extravagant.
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They just wanted to help us get started, offering to contribute $5,000 toward our
future together.
They were even going to add an extra $5,000 so we could build our life
as a couple.
But Alexander said taking financial help from my family was like
accepting charity.
Trying to be the understanding wife, I didn’t take a single cent from
my parents when
we got married.
After we tied the knot, we skipped the big wedding and the
honeymoon to save
money.
All we had were a few small gatherings in my hometown to make it
official.
I never complained, not once.
But if I hadn’t uncovered his lies…
He kept talking about saving for our future, yet he had no problem wiring $8888 to
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his ex, Emily Lane.
Maybe I would’ve stayed blind to the truth forever.
“When I married your son, I had no idea he came from a wealthy family.”
“I stuck by him when times were tough–how exactly did I wrong
him?” I demanded.
Mrs. Carter’s face flushed with anger.
“How dare you talk back to me like this?!”
“It’s clear you’re from a low–class family. No wonder you don’t have
any manners!”
“I will never accept you as my daughter–in–law!”
“How could someone like you even think you deserve my son?”
Mr. Carter interrupted before she could continue,
“That’s enough. They’re already married. What’s the point of arguing
now?”
But I smiled coolly, “Who says it’s too late?”
“Sir, you seem like a reasonable man”
“When I married Alexander, I had no clue he was the heir to at
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billion–dollar fortune.”
1 glanced at Alexander, who looked stunned and pathetic, and felt nothing but
disgust.
“This whole marriage was a mistake from the start. We should end it
now before it
gets any worse.”
Alexander didn’t seem to understand what I meant.
He scowled.
“You’ve met my family, and now you’ve caused this whole scene–what
more do you
want?”
“Everyone here knows you’re Mrs. Carter. Isn’t that enough for you?”
“What I want is none of your business.” I had come prepared for this.
I pulled out the divorce papers and tossed them in front of him.
“Since everyone’s here, let’s make it official.”
“Let’s end this on good terms, Alexander. Sign the divorce agreement,
and in a few
days, we’ll finalize it in court.”
My voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Don’t worry, I had my lawyer draft this yesterday. I’m not asking for a
single cent
from the Carter family.”
“We’ve got $50,000 in our joint account.”
“Legally, it’ll be split down the middle-$25,000 each.”
“Alexander lent me $10,000 for my mom’s medical bills.”
“I calculated the interest at the current market rate. This account.
holds $35,000 for
him, and I’ll keep the remaining $15,000.”
“If there are no objections, just sign it.”
I flung the divorce papers at him.
“We’ve split everything evenly from the start, from dating to
marriage.”
“So don’t go around telling your parents or grandfather that I’ve been
living off your
money.”
“After all, we even split the cost of birth control.”
At my last comment, every eye in the room turned to Alexander.
Even the staff couldn’t help but frown.
Mr. and Mrs. Carter exchanged shocked glances, staring between me and Alexander.
Alexander’s face turned dark as a storm cloud.
“Emma! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Fine, I’ll admit you’re my wife in front of everyone. Is that enough for you? Just stop
this nonsense!”
I stood up, coldly smiling,
“If you won’t agree to a divorce, then we’ll settle this in court.”
“And when that happens, let’s see who ends up more humiliated–you or me. Think
it over.”
I turned to leave, but Alexander grabbed my arm.
Slap!
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I slapped him hard across the face, yet again.
