He Paid Me 1 Dollar For 10 Pounds, He Paid Her 100,000 For A Bag Chapter 08

He Paid Me 1 Dollar For 10 Pounds, He Paid Her 100,000 For A Bag Chapter 08

Mallory screamed the question through her tears.

I didn’t look at her.

I suddenly remembered our college days.

I remembered what Everett had promised the day he first told me he loved me.

“Tessa, I know I don’t have anything to offer right now.”

“I grew up in the system. I don’t have a family to fall back on.”

“But I promise, I’ll always take care of you. You’ll never have to struggle.”

Five years into our relationship, he made good on that promise.

Everett built his empire. He became one of Briarhaven’s rising elite.

But the man who came home every night grew colder. Harder.

He demanded perfection in everything.

A wife who looked like me? I was a liability.

We’d stopped growing in the same direction a long time ago.

When two people are no longer heading in the same direction, the only thing left is to let go.

Once I accepted that, the hesitation vanished.

I sent my lawyer a text, asking him to draft a new settlement agreement.

I took the abortion paperwork out of my bag and placed it on the nightstand beside Everett’s hospital bed, right next to the agreement.

I turned to leave.

Everett’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed my wrist.

“Tessa, do you really want a divorce?”

“Please give me one more chance.”

I looked down at him. I didn’t answer.

Panic flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his grip.

Blood slowly backed up into his IV line.

“I should’ve realized long ago that we were falling apart.”

“I kept avoiding it, and now look where we are…”

“I’m begging you. One more chance.”

“Give our baby a real family…”

Every word was raw. He meant it. I could see it in his eyes.

I pulled hard, tearing my wrist free from his grasp.

I pointed at the paperwork on the nightstand.

“Everett, it’s too late.”

“I already got an abortion.”

The hospital room fell dead silent.

Everett’s eyes went blank, and his lips trembled.

He opened his mouth. Once, twice. Nothing came out.

“You… what?”

“You got rid of the baby?”

“When?”

The word scraped out of him like it had to claw its way free.

His hand desperately reached for me again.

“Tessa, this is a sick joke…!”

“You promised me you wouldn’t do that!”

I’d made that promise to him once.

I’d made it back when we still loved each other.

“It’s not a joke, Everett. I had an abortion.”

“If you refuse to sign the agreement, I’ll drag this through court.”

“We are completely done.”

I turned and walked out.

I went back to the mansion and waited for three days.

Everett never contacted me.

I began to think that I’d have to fight him in court.

Then, the front door swung open.

“Tessa, you can keep the house.”

“I’ll move out.”

Everett looked visibly gaunt after his stint in the hospital.

He took out the signed agreement and placed it on the coffee table.

His face was composed, but his eyes were wrecked-bloodshot and hollow.

“Even though we’re getting divorced… you can still call me. If you ever need anything.”

Everett packed a bag. It took him less than ten minutes.

He turned and left.

I stood in the silence for several seconds before my phone suddenly rang.

“Tessa, did Everett agree to divorce you?”

My mom’s voice came through the speaker.

Before I could answer…

Her voice sharpened.

“Does he have an assistant named Mallory?”

“That woman is insane. She actually showed up at my hospital room and tried to lecture me about you!”

“She said you don’t appreciate what you have and that you don’t know how to be a proper wife to your

husband.”