The Wife He Cast Out

ng the breakfast dishes, a triumphant smile on her face. David

hy. "I' m so sorry about last night. David told me ever

g. "Olivia! Are you going to be my new mom? My

Ethan was just a child, repeating what he had been taught. My

you." She glanced at me, a flicker of malice in her eyes. I saw her subtly press a button on her phone, which she had

t. I wasn't going

l agreement. It was disguised as a simple asset allocation form, something a busy, arrogant man like David would never bother to read closely. Buried in the jargon were cla

st about to talk to David about some financial matters. Since yo

n. He looked annoyed to s

t, Sarah? I

ork. For the investments you' re managing. My lawyer said we shou

nd "asset strategy" stroked his ego perfectly. Olivia looked intrigu

he first page. It was filled with dense fin

id impatiently, flipping to the

aid, pointing to th

s mind already on the lunch he was planning with Olivia.

t bother me with this stu

I said, a small smi

udy and closed the door. I immediately scanned the signed

ere simple: "Exec

was complete. All of it. The millions I had earned, the money he had been

d hear his angry, confused voice from the other room. I steppe

"I just got an alert from the bank! The joint inve

my voice as cold as the steel in my spine.

. Olivia looked

uttered. "That' s our money!

and her? To fund her failing company? Don' t lie to me anymore, David. I know

white to red. "How

ortune as your personal piggy bank, fixing every bad decision you make, funding your

dynamic in the room had shifted complet

ne. "Every time one of your brilliant ideas failed, my portfolio was there to patch the hole. Every time

, the realization dawning on him. He had been tricked. B

lanned this,"

ing to walk away. "Consider this my first mov