Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

Chapter 4

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empty chair they had pointedly left for me at the far end of the arra

china cup, her face arranging itself

y. "We are all family here, and we only want what is best for you. But you really must learn to be more accommo

ase, Margaret," she chimed in, her voice soft and trembling slightly. "Karyn has been perfectly wonde

e, finding the entire spectacle utterly lau

bout this month's trust dividend. We are planning a proper, lavish welcom

curve of her lips. "Just play your part, dear

hing inside, I retrieved a handful of black credit cards, s

tter onto the glass coffee table. The cards scattered, knocking over Margaret'

the meaning of this?" she demanded, her mask o

you want to spend my money under these circumstances?" I asked, my

the tea-stained glass. "Karyn! You are playing with

ing. "Those cards are already deactivated," I state

de crumbling into sheer horror. This reality sharply contra

n airs with me?" she shrieked, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Stripped of my son's prestige, you are merely grease-sta

laugh, thoroughly amused b

ipping with quiet sarcasm. "I reserve my generosity, however, for people who des

turning a sickly pale at th

, my voice a cool, even murmur. "Let us see exactly

completely finished with t

nds grasping desperately at m

ngers with an expression of utter disgust. I smoothly pulled

, her hands grasping empty ai

, Judith," I advised. "My ch

, screaming about my impending ruin and how I would

over my shoulder. "I hope the judge at the bankr

e bright sunlight was a painful

n the passenger seat, and prepared to dri

rearview mirror, running out of the house, still c

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“For three years, my trust fund paid for my husband Brandon's law degree and his family's lavish lifestyle. But today, he walked through our front door with his arm wrapped tightly around a blonde woman's waist. He told me her name was Ivey, demanding I play the gracious hostess because his mother and grandmother already adored her and thought she was a better fit for their prestigious family. When I asked for a divorce, his family panicked but still acted incredibly entitled. His mother ordered me to hand over this month's dividend to throw a welcome party for the mistress. "A wife's duty is to manage the accounts, not to question her husband's social activities." She said it as if my money was their birthright. They had maxed out my credit cards to pay for his Porsche and threatened to ruin me if I didn't comply. They actually thought they could kick out the host and keep the parasite alive. They thought I was just a fragile, compliant wife who would be nothing without their last name. They had no idea who I really was, or the gritty world I originally came from. I calmly instructed my assistant to freeze every single joint account and cut off their lifelines. Then, I packed my worn leather jacket, grabbed a silver ring carved with a bird of prey, and drove straight into the city's underbelly to find the most dangerous biker boss in town.”