My $70k Nurse Trap - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Sweetheart, don't listen to her! She's trying to destroy us!" Margaret shrieked.
"Destroy what? There is no 'us' anymore. We're through. Divorce—first thing tomorrow!" Vincent's voice boomed through the room.
That one word—divorce—sent Margaret into a tailspin. Every twisted scheme, even setting me up to be attacked, had been to keep her gilded cage. "No! Please! I'll do anything! I was wrong—just don't throw me away!"
But Vincent was already done. Without a backward glance, he walked out with me.
Naturally, Margaret fought the divorce tooth and nail. Even if she lost him, she wanted half his empire.
Too bad for her. I made sure Vincent received an anonymous little gift—a video of Margaret and Ethan in all their backstabbing glory.
Predictably, after Vincent finished with her, she limped out of Beverly Hills with nothing but the clothes on her back.
And just like that, the mansion was mine.
But revenge is a multi-course meal, and I was only getting started. I knew Ethan—no way he'd touch a desperate cougar like Margaret unless there was serious cash involved.
The night Margaret got tossed out, my phone lit up like Times Square. Ethan, blowing it up with apologies, begging me to come home, swearing he was a changed man.
I let him sweat for days before finally picking up. His voice cracked with fake relief.
"Luna, baby, I've done some soul-searching. I was an idiot! Please, let's fix this!" Clueless that I knew everything, he was still spinning his golden-boy act.
"After what Vincent did to me... you can really still love me?" I let my voice wobble just right.
"Always! We'll wipe the slate clean!" For half a second, I almost bought it.
Then he showed his hand. "When you're back, we'll squeeze Vincent dry. A guy like him? He'll pay a fortune to keep this quiet!"
There he was—the real Ethan. Willing to pimp out his own wife for a payday. I let out a bitter laugh.
Funny—he always told me to "learn from Margaret." Oh, I'd learned alright.
Now it was their turn to choke on the hell they'd served me.
"Brilliant idea, darling! But why stop there? What if I get pregnant with Vincent's baby? He promised me millions for an heir. Imagine—mansions, private jets..."
"Jesus, yes! I was just thinking that! Vincent's done so much for our family. This is how we thank him."
So he'd known. This little plan had been simmering a long time. My knuckles whitened around the phone.
"Destroy what? There is no 'us' anymore. We're through. Divorce—first thing tomorrow!" Vincent's voice boomed through the room.
That one word—divorce—sent Margaret into a tailspin. Every twisted scheme, even setting me up to be attacked, had been to keep her gilded cage. "No! Please! I'll do anything! I was wrong—just don't throw me away!"
But Vincent was already done. Without a backward glance, he walked out with me.
Naturally, Margaret fought the divorce tooth and nail. Even if she lost him, she wanted half his empire.
Too bad for her. I made sure Vincent received an anonymous little gift—a video of Margaret and Ethan in all their backstabbing glory.
Predictably, after Vincent finished with her, she limped out of Beverly Hills with nothing but the clothes on her back.
And just like that, the mansion was mine.
But revenge is a multi-course meal, and I was only getting started. I knew Ethan—no way he'd touch a desperate cougar like Margaret unless there was serious cash involved.
The night Margaret got tossed out, my phone lit up like Times Square. Ethan, blowing it up with apologies, begging me to come home, swearing he was a changed man.
I let him sweat for days before finally picking up. His voice cracked with fake relief.
"Luna, baby, I've done some soul-searching. I was an idiot! Please, let's fix this!" Clueless that I knew everything, he was still spinning his golden-boy act.
"After what Vincent did to me... you can really still love me?" I let my voice wobble just right.
"Always! We'll wipe the slate clean!" For half a second, I almost bought it.
Then he showed his hand. "When you're back, we'll squeeze Vincent dry. A guy like him? He'll pay a fortune to keep this quiet!"
There he was—the real Ethan. Willing to pimp out his own wife for a payday. I let out a bitter laugh.
Funny—he always told me to "learn from Margaret." Oh, I'd learned alright.
Now it was their turn to choke on the hell they'd served me.
"Brilliant idea, darling! But why stop there? What if I get pregnant with Vincent's baby? He promised me millions for an heir. Imagine—mansions, private jets..."
"Jesus, yes! I was just thinking that! Vincent's done so much for our family. This is how we thank him."
So he'd known. This little plan had been simmering a long time. My knuckles whitened around the phone.
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