Divorced And Rich: Falling For The Mechanic

Chapter 3

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shears in hand, snipping dead heads off the climbing roses. The physical wor

with a dented bumper. She recognized the driver immediately. Mitch Wallace. Bailey's h

away. He sat there, staring through the windshie

own. A cold feeling crep

out, avoiding her eyes. He reached into the cab

e exact same shade as Bailey's. He was wearing clothes t

The boy followed, looking around at

He pulled a crumpled envelope from his back pocket. "B

oy. He had Fronia's chin. Bailey's eyes. It was like

you Adeline? My dad said you

hit her like a

I don't know the details, okay? Bailey just

gged back to the truck, and peeled out of

ne with the boy

was written on the front in Bailey's sloppy ha

pped i

torn from a legal pad

Leo is my son. I met his mom a few years ago on a trip. It was a mistake. I

him like family. I know you couldn't give me kids, so maybe

you

ds "couldn't give me kids" blu

vice was slowly crushing her ribs. S

ronia's hints about her "barren womb." And the whole time, he had a kid somewhere.

s. Perfectly aligned. She slid it back in

e anger was so hot it burned itself o

is weight from foot to

a kid. He hadn't asked to be born

. She dialed the number

etely hollow. "Start the divorce. Today. I don't want a sett

in her chest released, lea

de, Leo. Your grandmother is go

walked in, his sneakers squ

he looked out at the perfectly manicured lawn, the

was

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Divorced And Rich: Falling For The Mechanic

Madel Cerda Romance

“For three years, I endured being treated like a walking ATM and a maid by my husband's family, biting my tongue to keep the peace. Then, my husband's buddy suddenly dropped off a nine-year-old boy at my front door. The crumpled note from my husband casually explained it was his illegitimate son, blaming me for being barren and demanding I raise the kid as our own. My mother-in-law was absolutely thrilled, parading the boy around as the true heir at the dinner table. "Some trees just don't bear fruit, no matter how much water you give them," she sneered. My brother-in-law cheered, and my drunk father-in-law demanded I cook a feast to celebrate. They actually expected me to continue paying the mortgage, buying the groceries, and cleaning up their endless messes, all while raising the living proof of my husband's betrayal. I looked at the parasites who had drained me dry for years, acting like they were doing me a favor by letting me stay in a house that my money paid for. I didn't scream, and I didn't cry. I simply called my lawyer to file for an immediate divorce, froze every single bank account and credit card they relied on, and drove off to my grandmother's secluded cabin in the woods. Let them see how long they survive without my money.”