A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Vera didn’t flinch. She hurled the washbasin straight at his head. The plastic cracked with a hollow thud, leaving a jagged hole, and the man staggered, seeing stars.

“I’ve called a lawyer. If you want to rack up an assault charge on top of everything else, go ahead. Hit me. Do it in front of my lawyer!”

Vera squared her shoulders, glaring at him with a burning mix of heartbreak and fury in her eyes.

“Mom’s been in the hospital for a week because of you. You haven’t called, you haven’t visited, nothing. All you do is gamble, drink, and beat your wife. What kind of man are you? I’m telling you, I’m here today to file for divorce on Mom’s behalf. If you refuse, I’ll call the police and drag this out as long as it takes!”

Her eyes were rimmed red, voice unwavering. Only she could feel the sweat slicking her back and palms.

“Ahem–Miss Leigh?” The lawyer stepped in, clearing his throat politely behind a hand.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Vera/muttered, lowering her voice and stepping outside.

who knew how many days he’d worn it. He reeked of sweat and booze, hair still damp as he wiped it with the bottom of his shirt,

your marriage as she wishes,” the lawyer said evenly. “Divorce? So she can run off

fighting to keep

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Chapter 392

have proof?”

and sent her to the hospital. Here’s her medical report.

writing, his bloodshot eyes swimming. The blur of words made him sick. With a gag,

my face. See if I don’t beat her to death! And you–where’s my money? You promised me ten grand this month. Can’t pay? You’d better marry someone rich and send the money home. Don’t think you’re above me just because you moved to the city. You and