Chapter 6
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But Michael didn't care, consumed by his wealth and status.
His face twisted in near-madness."Wife, I'll cut her off completely!Trust me."
I felt no anger or sadness.If they had only ruined my collection, I might have just let it go. But they shouldn't have destroyed my painting.
They'd pay dearly.In front of Michael, I called my assistant.
"Leak all the dirt on Michael Dawson.Report his tax evasion to the IRS."
"Also, make them pay full compensation for my losses, or they're going to jail."
A gold-digger who doesn't know his place.
Hanging up, I pushed him away, addressing the smug crowd."My house has cameras.None of you are escaping."
"And you, Michael, won't get a cent from me."
Michael paled.Before marrying, to prove he wasn't after my money, he signed a prenup favoring me.
Now, he'd shot himself in the foot.
His face ashen, he begged frantically."Wife, I'm sorry!Don't leave me!That tramp seduced me.I swear I'm sorry."
His incoherent begging filled me with nausea.
I turned to leave, but a scream rang out.
Turning around, I saw Rachel smash a cup from the table onto Michael's head, cursing, "You're not human!You scum, I'll kill you!"
Michael, enraged at losing his cash cow, snapped back, "You think you're pure?"
"Sleeping with me for a small role?Who knows how many men you've been with!"
"A whore playing saint."
They brawled in the interrogation room, paying no heed to their surroundings.
Unwilling to watch their complete circus, I left without looking back.
Outside the station, my waiting friend rushed to support me.
"You okay?"
I patted her hand, shaking my head."Don't worry.This isn't worth doing something stupid."
"Right now, I need to divorce Michael and ruin him."
My friend nodded, irate."I told you that pretty boy was trouble.You were too trusting."
I stayed silent.Facing the mob's verbal attacks alone, I remained steadfast.But her concern made my heart ache, sour and swollen.
Sensing my mood, she sighed.
After a pause, she asked, "The baby…?"
I instinctively touched my stomach. Though I'd been thrilled at the thought of this child, I couldn't pretend it was innocent. After all, seeing it would only remind me of Michael's betrayal.
Looking at the noon sun, I said flatly, "I won't keep it.Take me home."
Exhausted after the day, I returned home, but work awaited.
Opening my laptop, I saw a flood of notifications.
