My Husband Put His Mistress on the Deed,So I Destroyed HimChapter 1
After Morton Finley married into my family, I took him house shopping. We were about to sign the contract when he suddenly stopped me.
"Babe, don't you think Sapphire is pitiful?"
Sapphire Parsons was a new hire he'd brought on after taking over the company.
I nodded without thinking and looked at him. "Sure. Pitiful. And?"
"Let's give her a surprise! We can add her name to the property deed. What do you say?"
I raised an eyebrow. "That's not entirely out of the question. How about we add your name to a divorce certificate while we're at it?"
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Silence.
"I was just joking. Do you have to blow everything out of proportion?"
"Sapphire comes from nothing. She's a girl out here on her own, trying to make it. You're not exactly strapped for cash. Would it kill you to show a little compassion?"
I watched Morton rush to Sapphire's defense, and something cold settled in my chest.
His favoritism toward Sapphire went far beyond this.
When her family fell into debt, he hadn't hesitated to embezzle company funds to bail them out, never mind that the books were already stretched thin. Afterward, he blamed me for being heartless.
Then there was the partnership I'd painstakingly arranged for him. Because Sapphire mentioned she didn't like the client, he flipped the table at the signing dinner and killed the deal on the spot.
Ever since Sapphire joined the company, every team project bonus somehow ended up in her pocket. Late-night meal deliveries during overtime? The entire office got nothing while Sapphire received gourmet takeout he personally ordered.
Yet he seemed to forget that the food he ate, the roof over his head, the car he drove, the company in his hands—all of it came from me.
He had married into my family. He wasn't some high-and-mighty Mr. Finley.
Every last one of these offenses, I'd seen. I just couldn't be bothered to fight him over them.
But today, he'd pushed his luck too far. He wanted to put another woman's name on a house I was paying for in full.
I looked away from that self-righteous, two-faced expression of his, picked up the pen, and crossed Morton Finley's name off the contract.
His pupils contracted. He grabbed my wrist. "What the hell are you doing?!"
I shook his hand off, my voice perfectly level. "Buying a house. Putting it in my own name. Is there a problem?"