Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Michael lifted his gaze toward him, his lips parting briefly before sealing shut again, trembling too much to form any words.

He knew he was on shaky ground. Back then, he’d relied on the wedding gift from Elaine’s family to pull through the crisis. If her family hadn’t come looking, and Sophia had truly died, then her assets would have naturally fallen into his name.

But now, with Elaine’s relatives standing right here, he couldn’t possibly claim what was never his.

Jeffrey let his gaze linger for a moment before shifting it to Rhea’s deathly pale face. He watched her with a look one might reserve for something unpleasant, his voice cold as winter frost.

“All these years, you’ve taken everything you could get your hands on what was yours and what wasn’t. What have you ever done for the Anderson family’s benefit?

“While you and that useless daughter of yours indulged in luxury and extravagance, did you ever stop to think where the money came from? Should I shove the receipts in your face?”

As he spoke, he rose to his feet and raised a hand, casually curling his index and middle fingers in a gesture.

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placing a plain paper envelope into his open palm.

Jeffrey tore it open with practiced ease, drew out a thick stack of printed bills, and flung them at Rhea’s face as if discarding trash.

“Jewelry, designer labels, yachts, five–star hotels, exclusive clubs, private hot springs…not a single dollar of it was earned by

you.

“When Sophia worked at Zenith Corporation, the Hall and Moore families were willing to share resources for her sake.”

Jeffrey moved closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over Rhea, and posed a chilling question.

“Now that she’s gone, how long do you parasites think you can keep feeding off her corpse?

“The Moore family has waited until today to make a move- that’s already more consideration than Michael deserves. If you still don’t know when to stop…”

He paused, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes as though a thought had just occurred to him.

“The sharks in international waters must be getting hungry lately. If you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind taking the trouble to escort you personally for a swim with them.”

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At the mention of being “escorted to the sharks,” the last trace of color drained from Rhea’s face, replaced by a surge of wild, desperate reckoning.

The Moore family had already stormed in–what good would staying silent do now?

Could things possibly get any worse?

If that was the case, she might as well let it all out. If she made everyone else miserable, maybe then she’d feel better.

Pushing Isabelle, who had only just begun to regain her senses, into Michael’s arms, Rhea shot to her feet.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at Jeffrey and his brother, her voice breaking into a raw cry.

“Sophia had the best of everything since she was a child! She was raised by the Anderson family, sent to France for elite education, and came back to inherit the family business–wasn’t that what she owed this family?”

Her chest heaved violently, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed between words.

“But what about my Isabelle? Until she was six, we lived in a leaky apartment in the slums, looked down on by everyone, 3/6

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counting every penny just to afford a little meat!

“During the hardest times, I carried her on my back while scrubbing dishes with frost–cracked hands in the winter, just so we wouldn’t starve!

“You think she turned out this way because of me? If Elaine had just allowed us into the household earlier, would we have had to suffer so much?”

At this, Rhea whirled toward Michael, her eyes burning with bitterness, her voice rising sharply enough to pierce the air.

“Michael, you were the one who pursued me first! After Elaine found out about our affair, you begged for her forgiveness, then tossed me some money to disappear!

“Yes, you got your revenge and went back to playing the perfect husband and father! But what about me? Was I just a toy for you to use and discard?

“I carried your child, went through ten months alone, gave birth alone, and raised her alone until the money you gave me ran out when she was two.”

She turned back to face the crowd, unleashing the fury and resentment she’d bottled up for years.

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bring us home. But Elaine threatened divorce, and this coward went begging her again!

“We waited like rats in the gutter, day after day, until Elaine finally fell ill and died–that was the only way we stepped into the Anderson Manor.

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