My Fake Husband Is A Secret Tycoon

Chapter 4 Unemployed by Sundown

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oom she'd found in a panic after leaving the Patton mansion. It

piece of luggage-into the living room. The space immed

could even begin to navigate the sleeping

zing a portfolio of her curatorial work. She had an interview at Northgate

estate, the sound of shattering porcelain echoed off the book-lined w

shards. "Darling, don't let some nobo

desk. It was Kieran's. "McCall Insurance," he sneered. "It's a major pl

ed, her voice laced with conce

. He paused, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "Still... McCall. It's probably no re

ory. It was the direct line to a senior vice president at McCall Insurance,

y name and their seven-figure annual donations, demanding th

ered, clearly flustered, but ultimately promised

oss his face. He pulled Jenna onto his lap. "He'll b

amed through the windows. The smell of fr

rself. Kieran was in the kitchen, plating scrambled eggs and toast.

coffee. "Morning. Ready

nd smooth, with no bitterness. Exactly

nced at the caller ID-the SVP Brad had

take the call. Hayley could hear the low

said, his voice shaking. "He... he demanded yo

the standard procedure. Make it loo

" The man sounded profound

epped back inside, his face

ll?" Hay

garment bag hanging on the back of a chair. "I picked something

blazer, a deep navy blue that would complement her eyes.

n the place," Kieran said, hi

she felt a flicker of confidence. She walked out the door and headed for Northgate Gallery, completel

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“After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court. He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine. "Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust. I tore the check into pieces, but my nightmare was just beginning. To access my grandfather's trust fund, I had exactly seventy-two hours to get legally married, so I desperately proposed a one-year contract marriage to a poor insurance salesman I met in a dive bar. When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate. Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground. "You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel. Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline. Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair. I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family. Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates. My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror.”