My Millions, His Parasitic Family

ain, and his entire parasitic family. After I saved them from financial ruin with a $5 million ch

husband announced his ex-gi

or. My new ticket? A commercial flight with a layover in a w

d there, invisible. His sister even whispered to

silk nightgown. When I went for her, my husband t

e motorcade. I smiled. "Of course." Then I walked into my office and made a call. "Yes, I have a large qua

pte

small window in his demanding military career. I decided we needed a rea

ed ever

income tops half a million dollars. His is eight tho

o cruise the Mediterranean, reservations at restaurants with years-long waiting li

rd outsiders. Getting the right permits for our entou

't lift a finger. They j

d his wife Beverley, lived in the guest wing

ue university. I'd been paying her exorbitant tuition and funding he

bustling family life I'd always wanted. My practice was thriving, with

omment. "I've never been in a proper armored m

was a ghost fro

al savings. I upgraded the entire travel package, arranging for a fully secured, multi-vehicle motorcade for al

gs were packed, lined up in the grand foyer. My bags

husband s

news. Dahlia

ked at him, trying to process the

ha

coming on the trip. I'

private jet only had a certain number of

isn't enough ro

at me. He was scroll

I took ca

d on my phone. It wa

ercial

passen

currently under a Level 4 "Do Not Travel" advisory from

tinerary, then ba

seat on the priva

from his phone, his

. We couldn't just tel

ng coiled in my gut.

e to fly commercial, alone, through a war zone, so you

w, Beverley, who was listen

onnor told me it was 'family time' and there wasn't room for her in thi