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

uld say another word, th

to see Genevieve standing

to describe. He looked like a government clerk, the kind of man you passed on the street and forgot instantly. But his posture was rigi

folder. He handed it to

made the hairs on Jaycob's arms stand on end. She closed the folder and looked up, her gaze shifting from the document to the "happy coup

e said quietly. "Now, b

once and disappeared ba

ething familiar about him-the way he moved, the set of his shoulders-but she couldn't place it. S

e diamond glittering under the chandelier. "You think bringing some errand boy in a cheap s

they destroy people. By the time I'm done with you, you won't just be broke. You'll be buried in legal fees you can't even begin to comprehend. You'll spend t

hat I'll give you if you don't sign those papers and disappear. So do yourself a favor

s harder on yourself. We're offering you a way out. Don't be stupid." His voice cracked on the la

ime, he saw not anger or hurt in her eyes, but something far wor

was not a refusal. It was the most dismissive

the edge of the table. They had expected tears, rage, a messy collapse. They had prepared for every reac

e started, but the wo

returned. And behind him, ano

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

instincts on high alert. "W

listening. She was

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

avorite girl. Still wearing my taste in jewelry, I see." He winked at Car

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