Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First

Chapter 2

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d into the dining room and wrapped his arms around Kasie in a stiff, perfunctory hug.

his voice a little too loud, a littl

ile a perfect, fragile mask. It was Janiyah's s

piling food onto her plate, asking about her day with a focus he hadn't shown in years. Kasie knew

to placate the little woman

und," he said, carefully cutting his steak. "I'd really lik

It was part of the deal.

a few paces ahead, his phone buzzing in his pocket. He glanced at the s

dy turning away. "I'll be right back." He walked

e point, she could see his reflection perfectly in the polished surface of a concrete support pillar.

ust w

ough the garage. A cherry-red Porsche 911 pulled up beside Harris. Ja

and they kissed, a long, hungry kiss u

ht?" Janiyah's voice was a petulant w

urmured, his hands tangled in her ha

sion. She forced herself to breathe, to burn the image into her memory. Sh

od," he told Janiyah. "You go

htened his tie, smoothed his hair, and walked back toward Kasie,

ed, Kasie lowe

" she asked, her voi

. "Just a minor i

e lie sitting so comfort

feeling strange and foreign on

a frown. "What are you talking ab

g tone of a man explaining reason to a hysterical child. "You're bein

g. His fav

voice. She simply repeated, "I don't wa

s digging into her skin. "I'm not divorcing you," he s

grip like a manacle. The pain wa

he gala was si

their massive walk-in closet. She began pulling things from the shelves. The Cartier b

on the bed, a glitterin

ure messaging app and sent the photos to a discreet cont

sage wa

don't care about the pri

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“For four years, Kasie Carlisle played the flawless wife to the wealthy Byrd family heir. Then, a notification on their shared tablet shattered everything: a photo of her husband, Harris, naked in bed with her college friend. Before Kasie could confront him, her mother-in-law called. She'd known about the affair for months. She'd already prepared divorce papers. One million dollars to disappear quietly. "For a girl from your background, that's more than you could earn in a lifetime." Kasie smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. "My price is ten billion. And half of everything." She had the evidence. She had the leverage. And Margo had no choice but to sign. So Kasie played the oblivious wife while Harris, blind to the trap closing around him, paraded his mistress through their home, laughed as his friends mocked her in public, and dragged her across a ballroom floor when she finally fought back. Then came the black SUV, deliberately ramming her car off the highway. Bleeding and concussed in the hospital, she watched Harris storm in-not to comfort her, but to accuse her of staging a suicide attempt for attention. He threw her blood-stained anniversary dress in the trash. He whispered sweet nothings to his mistress on the phone while she lay in the next room. He never suspected a thing. Lying in the dark, Kasie felt the last ember of her love turn to ash. She had almost died, and he only cared about how it made him look. So she stopped fighting. Feigning complete defeat, she resigned from the family business, told Harris she was emotionally broken, and asked for a solo trip to Italy to clear her head. As Harris smugly booked her flight, believing he had finally tamed his disobedient wife, Kasie picked up her phone and texted her lawyer. "The fish is on the hook. Initiate phase two." He never saw it coming.”