Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 51

Chapter 6

Dominic’s face turned gray.

He whipped around.

“What the hell is this? I told you to transfer household funds to my wife every month!”

Elena dropped to her knees with tears streaming down her face.

“Dominic, I was just worried she’d blow through the money…”

“She’s used to being poor-I was afraid sudden wealth would mess with her head…”

“I’ve been saving it all! I was planning to use it for your future kids…”

“Saving it?”

I let out a cold laugh and pulled a printed document from the stack:

“You mean saving it under your own name?”

“Last month, you bought yourself a penthouse downtown. Paid in full.”

“Where’d the money come from?”

“From my ‘household funds,’ right?”

Elena’s face went chalk-white, her lips trembling with no words coming out.

Dominic’s expression darkened even more.

He was smart enough to see the truth now, even if he’d trusted Elena.

But he didn’t want to admit he’d been played for three years.

He took a deep breath:

“Fine. Elena messed up. I’ll punish her.”

The he looked at me, his tone softening:

“Hadley, I know you’ve been wronged.”

“How about this-starting now, I’ll give you a hundred grand a month. No approval process.”

“Here, take this card. No limit.”

He pulled a black card from his wallet:

“As for Elena, she’s been with me for years. She’s earned some loyalty.”

“Just apologize to her-you really scared her. Then we’ll move past this.”

Chapter 6.

I stared at the black card.

My dad’s life, a closet full of humiliation-in his eyes, that’s worth a hundred grand and an apology?

Till now, he was still protecting Elena.

Without a word, I took the card.

Dominic relaxed. Elena’s smug smile crept back.

Crack-

I bent that card clean in half right in front of them, then threw it in his face.

“Dominic Thorne, you make me sick. Keep your dirty money. Buy Elena a coffin with it.”

With that, I turned and walked out.

Dominic exploded. “Hadley! If you take one step out that door-I’ll cut off all your dad’s treatment! I’ll even have his grave dug up!”

I stopped, turned around, and looked at him.

What a fucking idiot.

“Dominic Thorne, did you forget? My dad’s already dead.”

“You and your precious secretary killed him.”.

“You want to dig up his grave? Go ahead.”

“He didn’t get to be happy when he was alive-he won’t care about dirt now.”

“As long as he’s far away from you two, he’s probably smiling somewhere.”

I grabbed my suitcase and strode out without looking back once.

After leaving the Thorne family, I didn’t check into a hotel or call my friends.

I went straight to Ashford University and knocked on Professor West’s door.

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