My Billionaire Husband Lost His Perfect Wife Overnight Chapter 03

My Billionaire Husband Lost His Perfect Wife Overnight Chapter 03

The words hit me like a physical blow. 

My grandparents built that farm from nothing. It was their whole life. 

The moment Everett walked through the door, I was in his face. 

Did you take my grandparents‘ farm?” 

He loosened his tie, dropped onto the sofa, and took his time answering. 

It’s called fairness.” 

My family puts a million dollars a year into this marriage. 

Why shouldn’t your side contribute something?” 

Once it’s leveled, we’ll build a private amusement park. The 

kid can play there when she’s older.” 

He said it like he was talking about tearing down a shed. 

My voice cracked. 

They spent their whole lives building that farm.” 

“You think my family’s money grows on trees?” he shot back. 

“Marriage is a partnership. Raising a kid should be too. 

They’re the baby’s great–grandparents. Shouldn’t they step up?” 

My nails bit into my palms. I made myself speak. 

“You had no right to touch their property.” 

He didn’t answer. He called his lawyer and handed me the phone. 

The voice on the other end was measured, rehearsed. 

“Mr. Ashford holds the deed to that land. He’s within his legal 

rights to change the property’s use.” 

“All the paperwork’s been filed. There’s no legal dispute here.” 

Everett hung up and looked at me. 

Your grandparents signed that land over to me. You remember that, don’t you?” 

The memory surfaced slowly, like something I’d buried on purpose. 

Before the wedding, my grandparents were terrified people would look down on me. So they signed over the deed to the only thing they owned, the farm, and put it in Everett’s name. 

He’d teared up when they did it. 

Now he’d bulldozed their fields and was planning a theme park. 

I pictured my grandparents bent over those rows in the sun, year after year. 

Something inside me caved in. 

Then I’ll buy it back from you.” 

I pulled out my phone and logged into the banking app for 

the debit card I kept hidden in my purse. Every dollar on it 

was retirement money I’d saved for my grandparents over the years. 

The balance was zero. 

No one else knew the password. 

No one except Everett. 

I looked up at him. 

What did you do?” 

You owed money. I took it out of there.” He didn’t even blink. 

Otherwise Vanessa couldn’t balance the ledger for your debts.” 

That was when I saw her. 

Vanessa, sitting in the study, wearing my slippers. 

My pajamas. 

The phone weighed nothing in my hand. 

Everything else weighed too much. 

The front door burst open. My grandparents stumbled in, 

backs bent and eyes red, and grabbed my hands. 

Tessa, don’t you let them hurt you on our account.” 

Come with Grandpa. We’re going home.” 

I nodded. The words wouldn’t come. 

Everett stepped in front of us, his brow tight. 

Where do you think you’re going?” 

I met his eyes. 

“I meant what I said. I’m divorcing you. And I’m going home 

with them.” 

pulled the printed divorce agreement from my bag and held it out. 

*Sign it. I’ll come pick it up when I can.” 

He took the papers without a word. His face was stone. 

I took my grandparents‘ hands, 

“Let’s go.” 

We made it two steps before three guards in black filled the doorway. 

Everett’s voice came from behind me, ice–cold. 

“You want a divorce? Fine. Then tell your grandfather to strip 

off the clothes he’s wearing and give them back.” 

“I paid for that outfit, didn’t I?”