The $800 Mistake: Becoming My Ex's Mother-in-Law

a heavy weight that didn't belong to her. First thing in the morning, she was a

n. "There's been a mistake. I need to return a

dened. Her entire demeanor changed. "One moment, ma

h a panicked expression, was escorting Gwendolyn into a priva

Gwendolyn insisted, perched nervousl

ible," he said, his voice strained. "The funds came from a top-tier offshore family tru

y in her head was getting more and more bizarre. The r

give me a name?

ied. "That information is sealed. It's above

on the chaotic sidewalk, feeling more lost t

ding was sold last night! To a big real estate corporation. And the new owners, well, they've decided to waive your re

r her. This wasn't a gi

allway was gone. The walls were freshly painted, the lighting wa

uerra." One of them opened her apartment d

fa was gone, replaced by a sleek Italian leather

a black velvet box. Next t

d the box. Inside, nestled on a

egant, forceful handwritin

ng. A toy to ge

n fire. This wasn't a kept man. This was a mob boss

e transfer, any clue, but the details had been scrubb

ble, listening to a senior VP drone on about quarterly ea

funds, sir. She also appears... dist

his assistant, touched Damian's lips.

e a low rumble. "Change it to an Audi. Something

e titan of Wall Street was pausing a multi-bill

he key and the bank card tied to her now-bloated account, lo

drive his car. She would ignore him. She

nd none of this