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

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1151    |    Released on: 30/06/2026

ilence of the house. Jaycob remained frozen on the floo

tched the folder from the table and began ripping the pages to shred

per flying around her in a chaotic mes

been summoned inside by Carlee's screaming, calmly walked in

ou can be certain she has digital

s landed on Jaycob, who was still kneeling like a frightened stray dog. She strode over

. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, but instead o

! You couldn't even handle your own ex-wife! I brought the money, the connections. The future. And

ering smile onto his stinging face. He slowly turned his head back to her, his eyes filled

unce of his manhood. "Hit me again if it makes you feel better. I deserve i

f backbone. "You are a disgusting liability," she hissed, wi

ary page, the final invoice. She placed it on the table in front of them. The

and fifty-seven thousan

of debt that crushed them both. Even Carlee stopped her tirade, her eyes widening as she sta

perate croak. "I don't have it. My savings... everyt

r it? For your pathetic, grubby past? For the privilege o

se. I am your dog now. If that story gets out, the wedding is off. My car

effective solution to a potentially catastrophic problem." She added, her tone strategic, "Think of it not as paying his debt,

ature, slightly soothing her wounded pride. But the thought o

"My trust fund distributions are quarterly. My liquid assets are tied up in the engagement pa

u are going to owe me for this. Every last

the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist, the Cartier love bracelet, the diamon

rm in her mind. She stopped pacing. Her expre

move her jewelry. The watch

obsequiously. His trembling hands reached out to carefully unfasten the complicated clasp of her massive diamond necklace.

cing the glittering diamonds on the mahogany table.

e cold and brittle. "Take these. Take everything from the safe in

ire. "I would rather sell every last thing I own," she snarled, "th

tructive and theatrical gest

e jewelry into her handbag. "I'll see to it immediately. You wil

the two of them al

what this cost me. Everything you have from now on is because of me." Her voice dropped to a wh

athetic, flattering smile frozen on his face. He had secured his golden

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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.”