Chapter 4 - The Grenade of Truth
I can have a hundred wives, but I only get one mother.
The words hung in the air. Eleanor smirked, a look of pure triumph on her face. They waited for me to cry. They waited for me to break.
Instead, I smiled. A cold, lethal smile.
"You’re absolutely right, Julian," I whispered, standing up slowly, my voice dripping with lethal grace. "You only have one mother. Too bad she’s robbing you blind."
Julian blinked. "What?"
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I pulled the bank receipt from my pocket and slammed it onto the spilled ramen. "Your precious mother hasn’t been investing a single dime for our future. She’s been wiring your twenty-five grand a month to Marcus in Ohio to build him a sprawling estate. You’re funding his luxury life while your pregnant wife eats noodles."
Eleanor let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. Her designer handbag slipped from her fingers, hitting the hardwood floor with a heavy thud.
