Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 3

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n the air, a poisonous fog. He's not just discarding m

. It's Mrs. Pennington. She has moved

t only for me. "Don't make this difficult. Just nod. For the famil

,his expression seemed incredibly displeased with my silence. He

n's arm, her belly pushed forward, the very pict

me crystallizes into something hard and

movement is small, but it feels like breaking

ut of the shadows and into the

give him the slightest of nods, not of agreement,

rder my soul in public. I let the silence stretch, savoring the panic t

I take a slow,

et, clear, and absolute. It cuts

lapped him. Mrs. Penningto

continue, my voice gaining stre

eps through the crow

ously step down' from a position I earned with my loyalty an

ere in ambushing your wife? What honor is there in bringing this... this mess..." I gesture

Old Lady is not a temporary position. It is not a thi

ot be a part of this farce. I will not be your

r? You can have her. But you don't get to have me too. Not as your wife

est for separation stands. And I want

ed silence. I have not only refuse

of pure hatred. She looks like

exposed as a liar and a coward

nd, I see pure, unadulterated fury in her e

t a low growl of ap

ade. Now I have to s

's right." "This is a disgrace." It's Vivian Carlisle and Eleanor Sinclair, two of the most

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JESSICA KIRK Romance

“For five years, I was Brown Pennington's loyal "Old Lady," packing his gear, cleaning his wounds, and standing by him through every motorcycle club war. Tonight was supposed to be our victory celebration. But instead of celebrating with me, he stood on the clubhouse stage and publicly asked the leadership for a "blessing" to set me aside like a piece of old equipment. He wanted to replace me with Kaley Sims, the daughter of the rival club leader we just defeated. His mother, the club's matriarch, smirked in triumph, publicly ordering me to graciously step down and accept the humiliating status of a common club girl. When the veteran members protested this disgrace to our colors, Brown played his trump card: Kaley was pregnant. He expected me to quietly accept my public execution, acting as a live-in babysitter for his child while he played happy family with his new war prize. I looked at the man I had built a life with, realizing he was a stranger willing to sacrifice my honor and dignity on the altar of his selfish ambition. But I didn't crumble and cry like they thought I would. "My answer to my husband's request is no. A thousand times, no." I demanded a formal separation, took the keys to my dowry Cadillac, and drove off into the night. This time, I chose to fight for my own freedom.”