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

ble shield in front of the trembling Carlee. Her gaze,

al address was a concession, an acknowledgment of Genevieve's new position

ckered in his eyes. He looked at Carlee, his expression plea

ned pride. "You won't get a single dime from me!" she spat at Ge

oman, this is not the time for pride," she whispered urgently. "

t drained out of Carlee, replaced by a flicker of fear. Her jaw snapp

s was a negotiation between them, not her. She turned

gal scholar. "An educational degree obtained during a marriage is considered marital proper

schooling a Yale-educated lawyer on divorce l

land a low blow. "You have no children w

wound, to shame her. For a fraction of a seco

usly smooth. "This isn't alimony, Miss Roman. This is a return on investment. I fund

th a soft, definitive click. It wasn't a legal motion. It was a stack of papers, neatly printed and stapled. At the top o

eticulously detailed. Every single expense was listed. Date. Item. Amount. There were even columns for "Cat

h with a 4,000 watch she had bought him for his birthday. It was all there. Every coffee, every tex

of detail, the sheer obsessive thoroughness, was staggering. This wasn't the work of an emotional, scorned wife.

ulder. He let out an impressed whistle. "Damn.

aned on her for support, was now laid bare. His fragile control finally snapped. "When?" he choked out, his

band on her finger, once, t

time you lied to me about where you were, so you c

sical blow. Even Carlee was stunned into silenc

er. "Mrs. Hayes. Your positio

Jaycob. "You should be the one to say it, Jaycob,"

ight abandon him over her pregnancy scandal, completely shattered his last shred of dignity. He realized that without Carlee's immen

to his knees right beside Carlee's chair. He grabbed the fabric of her wrink

reer, our future... it's all tied to you! I don't care about the baby, I don't care about the past! I am yours! I will be yo

r was gone, replaced by a spineless parasite groveling at her feet. She wanted to kick him away, but Mrs. K

I've seen some desperate actors in Hollywood, but y

moment of silence before d

hier's check in my hand. Otherwise, this portfolio, along with M

the conference room, leaving behind a ruined man groveling on hi