Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback

behind Haley, her face went through a rapid series of expressions: sur

, come in, come in," she gushed, complete

ce she was a child, rushed forward, her face alight with

way they fawned over him, the way they looked right through her, confi

aking the modest furniture look cheap and worn. He remained standing, his expression u

hed tone of a man who already knew the answer. He wa

ng for her to betray herself. But there was nothing left to bet

e to my room. Did you touch the

t, dear? Of course not. And what a way to speak to your mother.

spite her effort. "You were standing right there. You were the o

lled with tears, her face crumpling into a mask of maternal grief. She turned awa

f her hand. "She's just so desperate. She did this once before, you know. To get you to marry her in t

felt the blood drain from her face. She looked at Ernst, and saw his jaw tighten, his eyes narrow in

hispered, her voice trembl

ttie's performance. Dottie clung to Ernst'

dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We can't let Haley stand in the way of y

"You two should get a divorce. For everyone

asn't the bride. She was just the stand-in. A placeholder to keep the seat warm until the real star of the show-her perfect, bel

sed her, and saw a complete stranger. A cold,

expected her to so eagerly throw Haley under the bus and push for a divorce herself. He looked from Dottie to Haley, a flicker of confusion in

do with the temperature in the room. "Why?" she asked, the

at Haley, and for the first time, Haley saw her for what she truly

ely," Dottie said, he

r life. The better clothes, the better school, the praise, the love-it all went to Keely. Haley only ever got the lefto

unfold, his face a mask of disgust

voice dripping with false sympathy. She took Haley's hand, her touch feeling like a spider's crawl. "

. The last shred of love or obligation she felt for

ive schemer. Her mother had just confessed-not in words, but in every action-

ing feeling that this was only the beginning. But what hurt most wasn't the plot itself-it was the knowledge that sh

the ideal-the one who could do no wrong. The one for whom Haley had been sacrificed even before she was born

posed to jus

survival. She had nothing left. No husband, no mother, no home. But she still had her hands. She still had her d