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“Didn’t your precious Mr. Carter tell you?” I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “He married into my family. The house, the cars–everything was bought by me.”
“Not just that–he hasn’t worked a single day since we got married. Even that run–down internet café he’s so proud of? I paid for it. And it’s been losing money ever since. If we get a divorce, he’ll go back to being the broke clown he was before. He’ll have nothing. Do you get that?”
Miss Taylor’s face froze in shock. She covered her mouth as if trying to process what I’d ⚫ just said.
“No… no, that’s impossible,” she stammered. “Mr. Carter told me he was the one with the assets. He said you were the little trophy wife he’s been supporting all this time!”
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is the real trophy in this relationship.”
Mason’s face turned beet red, but he still tried to save face.
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“Does it even matter now?” he snapped, his voice shaking. “Once we’re divorced, all of this will belong to me. I’ll take those millions in assets and rebuild my life. Jenna, I’ve had enough of you.”
“With all that money, do you really think I won’t be able to find someone better than you? I
can have any woman I want.”
Miss Taylor’s eyes lit up at the mention of “millions.” She practically glued herself to Mason, rubbing against him like a cat marking its territory.
But before Mason could gloat any further, the police arrived.
I calmly explained to the officers how Miss Taylor had falsely accused me of infidelity.
They began reviewing the procedure, asking for details and clarification.
Miss Taylor, still clinging to her fabricated story, said confidently, “I might not have the hotel surveillance footage anymore, but I remember what the guy looked like! He had thick
eyebrows and was wearing a green jacket. I’ll never forget his face.”
She rattled off the date, time, and location of the supposed encounter.
I couldn’t help it–I burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Miss Taylor snapped, her smug expression shifting to one of suspicion.
“I’m laughing because you’re an idiot,” I replied, my tone sharp and mocking. “You can’t even keep your lies straight. On June 7th, the day you claim I was at a hotel with some mystery man, I was at the office. I had back–to–back meetings all day and worked late into the night. There’s security footage to prove it.”
I crossed my arms and stared her down. “So, congratulations, Miss Taylor. You’ve officially committed defamation. I’ll be suing you for slander.”
For the first time, Miss Taylor’s confidence wavered. Her face paled, and her voice
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“M–Maybe I made a mistake. It’s possible I got the wrong person. Lots of people look alike, you know…”
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Mason, who had been watching the scene unfold, finally started piecing things together. He stared at Miss Taylor, his expression darkening as realization dawned.
“You… you were lying?” he demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders.
Miss Taylor hesitated for a moment but then doubled down, puffing up her chest with
false bravado.
“Why would I lie? I know what I saw! Your wife is the one sneaking around behind your
back. She doesn’t deserve you, Mason!”
Mason turned back to me, his tone shifting to one of smug triumph.
“Jenna, don’t forget what’s in our prenup. If either of us cheats, the guilty party leaves
with nothing. That means the house, the cars, and all that money? It’s mine now.”
He pulled Miss Taylor closer, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Thank you, Taylor. You’re my lucky charm. Finally, I can be free of this woman. Once the
divorce is finalized, we’ll get married, and we’ll have more than enough to enjoy the rest of
our lives.”
Miss Taylor, still nursing her bruised ego, perked up at the mention of marriage.
“But Mason,” she said sweetly, “why leave the company with her? If you don’t know how
to run it, we can just hire someone to manage it for us.”
Mason hesitated, his confidence faltering. He knew the truth: the company was my family’s business. No matter what happened, he’d never be able to take it from me.
And I wasn’t going to let him continue this charade.
I stepped forward, my voice calm but cutting.
“Haven’t you been listening? Mason didn’t build this life. He married into it. He’s nothing
but a leech.”
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The crowd gasped. Mason’s face turned an ugly shade of red as he tried to stammer out a response, but I didn’t give him the chance.
“You think you’ll walk away with the house, the cars, the money? Don’t make me laugh.
Everything is under my name. The only thing you’ll leave with is your pride–if you can find
it.”
Miss Taylor’s face twisted in confusion and anger.
“B–But Mason said he was the one with the money!”
I turned to her, smirking. “And you believed him? How cute. Let me make this clear: without me, Mason is nothing. You’re welcome to him, sweetheart. Enjoy your new life of poverty.”
True to my word, Mason and I divorced. As per the prenup, he walked away with nothing -no house, no car, no money.
With no job and no skills, Mason latched onto Miss Taylor, who thought she was getting a rich, charming husband.
Turns out, she was getting a freeloading deadbeat.
Miss Taylor’s private school job paid decently, but it wasn’t enough to support Mason’s lazy lifestyle. He refused to work, instead spending his days lounging around her apartment and complaining.
Their arguments escalated quickly. Miss Taylor started taking out her frustrations on Angie, punishing her for the smallest things–skipping meals, sleeping on the floor, even. scrubbing toilets.
Mason, tired of their chaotic life, decided to try his luck elsewhere. He thought his looks could land him a wealthy sugar mama, but the only woman who showed interest was much older and had… unconventional tastes. Let’s just say Mason wasn’t exactly living the dream.
As for Miss Taylor? She switched to another school, but her habits didn’t change. She kept targeting wealthy fathers, hoping to score her next big payout.
Her schemes finally caught up with her when one of the wives caught her red–handed. A
video of Miss Taylor getting slapped in public went viral, and she became a laughingstock overnight.
Angie eventually went to live with Mason’s parents, who, thankfully, seemed to care about her well–being.
As for me? I couldn’t be happier.
With Mason and his baggage out of my life, I embraced my freedom. My business thrived, my bank account grew, and I finally had the time to focus on myself.
Here’s to living my best life–rich, single, and absolutely unbothered.
