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

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1016    |    Released on: 30/06/2026

or. The man's words, Carlee's terror-it was a puzzle he cou

cold and trembling. "Carlee? What is

ok her head frantically, her eyes wide with a desperate, unconvi

It was low and mocking, full of a lazy co

of his leather jacket. He pulled out a sleek, modern smartphon

h practiced ease. Then, he turned the

rld st

was Carlee. She was wearing nothing but a champagne-colored silk robe, which had slipped off one shoulder. Her head was thrown bac

at the image. The look on Carlee's face was one of ungu

rieked, lunging

umsy attack with a dancer's grace, ho

hole album. You want to see the videos? She's very... expressive. You

the impact jarring his entire body. The sound echoed in the silent room. He looked at Carlee,

d thrown away thirteen years of loyalty for this. For a woman who cheated on

gest fool in W

to rage. She spun on Genevieve, h

id this! You set me up, you vicious, scheming bitch! You

calm. She tapped her temple with a though

levant. After all, it pertains to the future stability of my husband's next marriage. Given his trac

fties, with sharp eyes and a severe gray suit, rushed i

, taking in Carlee's hysteria, Jaycob's shell-shocked expression, the smirking stranger, and t

de. "Miss Roman, be quiet," she

expression all business. "Sir

of a question in his eyes. He was

was set. The audience was captiv

ly broken, his expensive suit suddenly loo

crisp and clear, devoid of an

focusing solely on the

ten thousand dollars. Living expenses, at two thousand a

en driving for the last six years, which is in my name, plu

, for five years. At market rate for Georgetown, that's a con

, Jaycob's face grew paler, u

alculator app. The modern, mundane action was som

l. "Like the PhD program I gave up to support us. Or the career I put on hold so you

d the screen toward him. The final num

e: your fiancée's little adventure becomes the front-pa

red to Carlee's

sever all ties. And I walk away with my guest,

t Carlee's tear-streaked, terrified face. He looked at Leo's smug, exp

m began

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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.”