Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6

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ons stewing in their own rage. My heart is pounding, but my st

unresolved tension. People watch me pass with a

a still-sobbing Kaley. He looks lost and impote

ape, to breathe air that isn't tain

ear Christion Wilder speaking quietl

oice low and devoid of the public formality he use

The instability is the problem... No, she handled hers

t, Saint. I'll keep yo

The legendary, feared President of the entire

desk of the most powerful man in this world. A shiver of a different kind of fear, mixed with a

k surprised. He simply gives me a curt,

s my face, a welcome shock. I just want to get in my car and go home-to t

ed with motorcycles and a few high-end car

voice screeches behind me.

lotchy with rage. Mr. Pennington

after what you did?" she spits.

s my car. "I'm going

reading across her face. "You made your bed.

of my face, then drops them into her

from here, down a dark, unlit country road

en be independent. Walk home. Maybe the cold wil

defiance. To leave me stranded, to humiliat

le but says nothing. He

e won't intervene in his wife's "domestic

y the harsh parking lot lights. They expect me to

scanning the rows of veh

gins to form in my mind. A

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Divorcing The Biker: Her Spectacular Comeback

JESSICA KIRK Romance

“For five years, I was Brown Pennington's loyal "Old Lady," packing his gear, cleaning his wounds, and standing by him through every motorcycle club war. Tonight was supposed to be our victory celebration. But instead of celebrating with me, he stood on the clubhouse stage and publicly asked the leadership for a "blessing" to set me aside like a piece of old equipment. He wanted to replace me with Kaley Sims, the daughter of the rival club leader we just defeated. His mother, the club's matriarch, smirked in triumph, publicly ordering me to graciously step down and accept the humiliating status of a common club girl. When the veteran members protested this disgrace to our colors, Brown played his trump card: Kaley was pregnant. He expected me to quietly accept my public execution, acting as a live-in babysitter for his child while he played happy family with his new war prize. I looked at the man I had built a life with, realizing he was a stranger willing to sacrifice my honor and dignity on the altar of his selfish ambition. But I didn't crumble and cry like they thought I would. "My answer to my husband's request is no. A thousand times, no." I demanded a formal separation, took the keys to my dowry Cadillac, and drove off into the night. This time, I chose to fight for my own freedom.”