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

ind Genevieve, the sound echoin

at the empty doorway, then at the two halv

pell

lence of the house. Her face was contorted with fury. She grabbed a crystal

ht her wrist. The glass clattered back onto the

she think she is? A nobody! A pathetic little housewife who spent thi

ieve he knew. The woman he had married was gentle, supportive, and accommodating. The woman who had just wal

prepared for crying, for begging, for accusations. He

, looking down at the quiet, tree-lined street. Her heart was hammering against

ed her phone from her purse, her fingers moving swiftly

ered on the

voice low and even. "Yo

need one. She pushed herself off the railing and waited. Th

e, the argument

pped tightly around herself. "Use your lawyer brain! Crush her!

se. "She tore the agreement, Carlee. It complicates thi

her words dripping with contempt. "What did I buy, Jaycob? A pedig

d anger crept up his neck again. His fists clenched at his s

turning to see Genev

on her lips. It made the hairs

ring her bravado. "What, did you change your mi

She simply stepped asid

walk

oots that were utterly out of place in the elegant Georgetown home. He had a handsome, almost p

stincts on high alert. "Who are

king at Jaycob. She w

e force was emptying onto the expensive hardwood floor. Her mouth fell open slightly, and a t

with clinical detachment. It w

assessing blue, swept over Carlee. He took in the designer dress, t

ut a low

low, gravelly drawl. "Looks like your co

arm. He stepped in front of Carlee

What do you wan

lee, his movements slow and predatory. She flinc

down, and brought his face close to

and menacing, he murmured, "Hey, b

ad whipped around, his eyes wide with dawning, ho

ed like she was about to be sick

ector observing her own play, finally moved. She crossed her

d through the thick,

ieve we can start talking about

drift from Jaycob's stunned f

out how much hush money your