My Broke Husband Is A Hidden Tycoon

tany. "We took you in, fed you, clothed you! And this i

with a smirk. "Yeah, Ev. My buddy's wife, Ashley Hicks, she send

e. The accusations, the guilt trips. They were just noise now. Her heart, once a target

e her voice. Sh

ht," she announced, h

le burst into laughter. It was a cruel, mocking sou

his eye. "And where are you gonna go? A cardboard box und

littered with beer bottle caps and old mail, and took the

r died in t

rank snatched it up, his thick fingers fumbling. He held it

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The sneer vanished, replaced by a greasy, sycophan

ld as the look in her eyes. "For everything. After

mbled off the couch. "Ev, I knew you were the best!

disappear. He draped a heavy arm around Evelyn's shoulders, his touch making he

and the last, flickering ember of affection she might have h

ried," s

d into the room

laughter. "You? Someone wants you?" He pointed at her, bending ove

e moment Evelyn pulled out their marriage certificate. She opened it

nt question immediately flashed through

she was happy. He was

d, breaking free from his grasp.

tely. He changed tactics, his voice becoming pleading and emotional. "Ivy, I remember the day

ned and walked toward the hallway leading to her room,

mall, stuffy, and filled with old furniture that K

just leave like this! Who's going to help with the c

his father, yet expecting his sister to be his unpaid nann

l concession-the price of a complete break. "I'll even pay

but he still stepped aside. He knew wh

few changes of clothes, some old books, and her laptop. Eve

ng at the kitchen table, calculator in hand, staring

f the room. She hugged Evelyn's legs with her

ing?" she asked softly, he

e. Evelyn knelt down, hugged the little girl tightly, and inhaled t

reath, and dragged her suit

n't tur

, utter sense of liberation washed over her. The fe

Queens street, the cold night wind stinging her cheeks, a

nd a husband who was a complete stranger. Her illusion of being a member of t