After the Divorce, I Married the Richest Man AliveChapter 1
Five years of marriage, and Elliot Sanchez pulled the plug on our dying son's ventilator just to force me to sign the divorce papers.
He drove my mother into such deep depression that she threw herself off a building.
I didn't take it lying down. I leaked confidential company files and bankrupted him. Then I grabbed a knife, ready to take us both out.
The first slash caught his left shoulder. The second aimed straight for his chest, but his little secretary threw herself in the way.
The police hauled me off. One year behind bars for aggravated assault.
By the time I saw him again, he'd clawed his way back to the top.
One arm around his secretary. The other around their son. A picture-perfect family of three, dripping with sweetness.
And me? I was wearing a servant's uniform, scrubbing floors.
Elliot Sanchez spotted me in my sorry state, and a sneer split his face. His voice dripped with mockery.
"A woman who's done prison time—what gives you the right to show your face here? I bet the Farleys have no idea about your little stint behind bars. If they did, you wouldn't even be fit to polish their shoes."
Me? Not fit?
I had never been to prison. Today wasn't just the day my husband, Dudley Farley, was being inaugurated as CEO of Farley Group. It was also my son's first birthday celebration.
I had more right to be here than anyone.
——
When I said nothing, Elliot only got bolder.
He brought his secretary right up to block my path.
"Imogen Henson, I have to say—a year in prison and your skin's still this smooth. You must have been bribing the guards left and right. But then again, you were flat broke back then. A woman with nothing to her name... what could she possibly use to bribe anyone? Unless it was—"
He dragged out the last syllable, his gaze crawling over me from head to toe.
The implication was unmistakable.
After all these years, his mouth was still just as filthy.
I reached over casually and picked up a fruit knife from the table beside me. Gladys Fox, standing at Elliot's side, went rigid with alarm.
She flung her arms wide, planting herself squarely in front of him.
Just like she had back then.
"Imogen, sweetie, I know my showing up in your life made you bitter. If you're angry, take it out on me! Leave Elliot out of this!"