Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 12

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 12

A news story only takes a few hours to go viral. By the time I got off the plane, social media was already flooded. 

#EmmaWatsonDonatestoGirlsin RuralMountainSchools 

#EmmaWatsonAnonymousHero 

People online were incredibly resourceful. They’d dug up photos of donations and charity work I’d been involved in over the years, piece by piece. I was suddenly in the spotlight. 

For the first time in all our years of marriage, Charles was home waiting for me. Charlotte had just come back from kindergarten and was babbling away to him about her day. 

My sister’s sharp voice still echoed in my ears. “Don’t get too excited. Charles hates it when his family seeks the spotlight. He used to yell at me for buying a few designer bags.” 

“Now you’ve done something this big, and you think he’ll let it slide? I suggest you stay out of sight for a while, unless you 

want trouble.” 

She’d called specifically to say that after seeing the posts. 

I had the nanny take Charlotte away and walked toward Charles with a weak smile. “You know everything, don’t you? I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.” 

I couldn’t hide it anymore. If I did, it would start affecting my business. So I’d gone with a calculated risk, publicly 

announcing my charity work. 

The philanthropy was real, but so was the motive. 

Men like him cared about appearances. Whether it was real or fake, at least it made them look good. 

If he accepted it, great. We’d move forward together. If he didn’t, also great. We’d just split. 

I’d made more than enough money over the years, and I didn’t have to keep putting up with this job if I didn’t want to. I was 

ready for anything. 

But instead of the fury I expected, I suddenly lost my balance and fell into a strong embrace I couldn’t break. The faint smell of tobacco mixed with his cologne filled my nose. 

A voice murmured above my head. “Don’t move. Let me hold you for a minute.” 

“You’re my lucky star. Marrying you was the best thing I ever 

did.”

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