Chapter 1
In my past life, I threw the world’s most expensive tantrum-divorcing my loaded lawyer husband just because he didn’t love me back.
Big mistake. My life went to absolute hell because I couldn’t make a dime on my own.
Got sick, couldn’t afford treatment, died broke in a hospital bed.
And the kicker? Derek paid for my funeral.
Meanwhile, he became a millionaire law firm partner and got back with his dream girl Nora Sullivan. Living his best Hallmark movie life.
When I opened my eyes again, boom-back to divorce day. Derek’s giving me that same ice-cold stare.
“Your family’s about to go bankrupt. You really want a divorce? Aren’t you afraid of starving to death?”
What a brutal wake-up call-last time I was too busy being petty and stubborn, even pulling that fake noble act of leaving with nothing.
But this time? Hell no.
I’m gluing myself to this man until he hits the jackpot, then I’m taking exactly HALF OF EVERYTHING.
After that, I’ll live like a queen and keep a whole roster of gorgeous boy toys on speed dial!
Derek propped his chin on his hand, wearing that same fake smile that never reached his eyes.
“You really want a divorce? Isadora Morrison, did you already find your next sugar daddy?”
His eyes were ice cold, like he was trying to laser me to death with his stare.
How did I react last time? Oh right-I put my hands on my hips, jumped around like a crazy person, and even climbed on a chair.
I stuck my chin up and looked down at him with contempt.
“I found EIGHT guys, and every single one is better than you. Derek, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll sign those papers right now.”
That divorce agreement on the table was pure stupidity-I was walking away from a $500,000 house and giving back every luxury item he’d ever bought me.
The whole thing screamed “money can’t taint my noble soul.”
But after decades of being homeless, washing dishes in freezing winter until my hands bled raw for a measly $3,000 salary, all that material stuff suddenly looked pretty damn adorable.
Love? Love without money is just a pile of garbage.
I immediately put on the sweetest smile and looked at him with squinted eyes.
“Oh honey, I was just talking nonsense! How could I ever divorce you? I love you so much.”
“Just forget what I said earlier. You look tired-let me run you a nice bath so you can relax.”
I grabbed the agreement and bolted, tearing that piece of shit to shreds in the bathroom.
Even flushed the paper scraps down the toilet.
The automatic heated toilet made the most beautiful flushing sound.
I couldn’t help hugging it, feeling the warmth.
Sob sob sob, no more freezing my ass off in winter.
No more starving in winter.
No more slaving away to pay for dad’s medical bills and family expenses.
I have no idea what the hell I was being so dramatic about in my last life-obsessing over whether Derek loved me or not when he’d already put his entire fortune in my hands, then getting all worked up over a few flirty text messages.
It takes life beating the crap out of you to realize how important money really is.
Ive learned my lesson now. And I’m never letting go of cold hard cash again!
So I ran Derek’s favorite 96.4°F bath water.
Then thoughtfully laid out the clothes he’d want to change into.
Derek walked sideways into the bathroom while I stood grinning in the doorway.
After he stared at me quietly for several minutes, he slowly pressed the bathroom door lock.
Me: …
Weirdo, like I’m thirsting after your body or something.
I headed into the bedroom and started counting my little treasure stash.
