"For three years, I gave up my career to manage this household for you, to handle your clients, to clean up your PR disasters. How many of your company's messes did I fix?"
"And my three children... You're going to sit here and nickel-and-dime me over living expenses? How can those words even come out of your mouth?"
Everard's expression darkened, and a cruel smirk twisted his lips.
"That's all in the past. The law only cares about evidence. I'm the legal representative of the company. The shares are in my name. You don't own a single one."
"If you behave yourself, I can let you keep the title of Mrs. Delgado."
"But if you insist on a divorce, I have ways to make sure the world sees you as nothing more than a freeloader who lived in my house like an unpaid maid."
"Free maid?"
I laughed until tears spilled from my eyes, my chest aching so badly I could barely breathe.
So that was how it was. When he married me, he called me his little princess, sweet-talked me until my head was spinning.
Now that I'd outlived my usefulness, I was nothing but a free maid.
Even the three unborn children I'd carried had become innocent casualties.