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Too Late, Ex-Husband: You Can't Afford Me

Too Late, Ex-Husband: You Can't Afford Me

Author: Noah Ellis
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1667    |    Released on: 30/06/2026

ng quiet. Instead, a rhythmic thumping echoed from

ntly, pushing the h

ner clothes. Jaycob Alford, the man she had supported for thirteen

voice thick with lust, her nails trailing down his sw

is hips moving with vigorous rhythm. "I hav

" Carlee purred,

issing her neck. "My body and soul have always

rming on her lips. Thirteen years of bleeding herself dry

s woman?" Carlee whined playfully, though there was a sharp e

ease. "I cannot bear to see you suffer in the s

Roman family was incredibly wealthy and influential in Washingto

erately need to marry a junior associate with no background and no money? Carlee's tone held a frantic un

secure messaging app, typing a message

on Carlee Roman. Fastest speed

them humiliate her. She switched her phone t

ck, she slammed the b

camera," she an

Flash

to cover her naked body with the messy sheets, her face contorted into an ugly mask of panic. Jaycob tumbled off the bed i

g!" Jaycob screamed, his voic

looking at the two pathetic f

commanded, her voice dropping to a freezing tempe

d away, her posture

nutes

ve, just

ning table. The room had been cleared of its usual centerpiece. Just

little affair, but now the house felt like a trap. He wouldn't meet her ey

simply watched him, her hand

l against the table's surface. She had hastily thrown on her design

glittering. "She's been living off your potential for thirteen years. It's time she learne

a thinly veiled contempt. To her, Jaycob was just a convenient,

e enough. It's time for both of us to move on." His fingers drummed nervously on

"You mean considering that I worked double shifts to keep you fed while you studied? Consi

we go. The martyr routine. Let me be very clear with you, Genevieve. Jaycob is going place

ightened his tie with trembling fingers and nodded along with pathetic obedience. H

t designed to nullify thirteen years of her life in exchange for a sum that wouldn't cover a down paymen

Yale Law School graduatio

e sterile quiet of the ro

d with color. A deep, ugly

's time for him to be with someone on his level. Not a charity case. Take the deal. Because if you try to fight this, my f

e?" She let the question hang. "His future was paved with

onto Jaycob, p

ho covered the funeral expenses

iolently. He looked utterly patheti

hree nights straight editing your personal essays? Who pai

red. This wasn't the tearful,

apartment, who gave you the keys to the house her parents le

s shoulders slumped. He was a small man, a hollow

e cringed reflexively, proving exactly who held his leash. "You just want more money! Is

tion to the other woman. The ca

softly. "No. I'm not

anding the space. She walked slowly around the table. Jay

She twisted the simple gold

said, her voice carrying an edge

single glance, she held it up and, with a slow, deliberat

g paper was violent

f arrogant superiority finally cracked. Jay

s flutter onto the tabl

r voice sharp and freezing, "i

directly

cards her. Take the man who needs a woman to speak for him because he's too much of a coward to speak for hi

Carlee's jaw tightened, her lip

ack what he owes me

eer, unexpected force of Gene

here was no trace of a retreat in her stride.

offer you a piece of advice. Some things can't be boug

d a chill

forgot. He doesn't

ving the wreckage of their

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Too Late, Ex-Husband: You Can't Afford Me
Too Late, Ex-Husband: You Can't Afford Me
“For thirteen years, I gave up my own dreams to pay for my husband Jaycob's Yale Law School tuition, his father's funeral, and all our living expenses. But the moment he became a successful lawyer, he pushed a divorce agreement across the table, tossing me aside for Carlee Roman, a billionaire heiress. Carlee tapped her blood-red nails on the table, mocking me as a pathetic, penniless housewife. "He is an associate at a top firm now, and you are just a nobody," she sneered, flaunting her massive diamonds. Jaycob wouldn't even meet my eyes, ready to erase my thirteen years of sacrifice for a pitiful settlement that wouldn't even buy a decent apartment. They expected me to break down. They thought I would cry and beg for the man I loved, quietly accepting my fate after paving his path to success with my own blood and sweat. Instead, I tore the divorce papers in half. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly handed him a meticulously calculated $1.25 million invoice for my thirteen-year "investment," exposed the man Carlee was secretly cheating on him with, and forced the arrogant heiress to pawn her jewelry to pay my debt. And just as I walked away with the cash to destroy her company, my phone rang-it was the Chief of Staff for a legendary political dynasty, telling me they had finally found their missing daughter.”