The next morning, I woke up smelling like a damn perfume store.
New clothesid out–some designer dress that probably cost more than I used to make in a year.
I put the damn thing on, and it felt like wearing a costume that wasn’t even close to being me.
Downstairs, this old guy was at a dining table the size of a small country.
Expensive suit, ying with some gold coin thing, radiating “I own your ass” energy.
Had to be the big boss–Jake’s grandfather.
Jake and Sophia were eating while my son sat next to her, letting her cut his pancakes.
Perfect little family.
I looked like the psycho ex crashing breakfast.
“Sit.” Old man barely looked up.
I sat next to Jake.
Some servant brought me fancy coffee and croissants and shit I’d only seen in movies.
Somehow, it made me think of back home–stale cereal if I was lucky.
“ra, say hello to Grandpa,” Jake said.
I looked at the old man. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“No fucking manners.” He mmed his fork down. “Jake, this is what you picked? Trailer park trash who can’t even pretend to have
ss.”
Jake’s face went red: “Grandpa, she just needs-<b>” </b>
“Needs what? A miracle?” Old man’s eyes were like ice. “You’re an Ashford now, girl. Act like it or get out. I won’t have this family
embarrassed by some hillbilly cunt.”
Sophia jumped in at the perfect moment, voice sweet as fucking sugar: “Grandpa, don’t get yourself all worked up. ra just walked in the door–cut her some ck, you know? Jake’s got good taste. If he picked her, she’s gotta have something going for her.”
Sounded like she had my back, but the bitch was totally setting me up.
And it worked. Grandfather’s face went from pissed to fucking livid.
“Something going for her? All I see is trailer trash who can’t even fake having manners.”
Carson mumbled: “She made Dad really mad yesterday.”
Sophia patted his back: “Carson<b>, </b>don’t say things like that, honey,”
But she smirked at me.
<b>13:18 </b>
Hell Yeah, Forget the Other Woman, My Smart House Was Cheating On Me<b>! </b>
<b>8.7</b><b>% </b>
This cunt wanted my husband and my son.
Question was: if <b>she </b><b>was </b>already ying house, why bring me back?
I drank my coffee. Bitter as hell, but it cleared my head.
That’s when it hit me. Losing my shit wasn’t gonna help me one damn bit here.
Time to get smart.
After that shitshow breakfast<b>, </b>Jake left for work.
Before leaving, he pulled me aside: “ra, just… go along with Grandpa for now, okay? Eventually we’ll run this ce.”
“We?” I stared at him. “You actually mean both of us?”
He looked confused. “Well, yeah. You’re my wife. Mrs. Ashford.”
Right. Like that meant shit.
After he left, Sophia took Carson to the garden.
I watched from upstairs–they were so fucking happy.
My son holding her hand,ughing at something she said.
Seeing that just fucking killed me. I couldn’t watch anymore, so I went back to my room.
Time to figure out how this ce really worked-
Margaret was polite but I could see her judging every move I made.
Other staff acted like well–trained soldiers.
And Grandfather controlled everything–he was the real power.
But there were cracks–Jake’s, Ryan Ashford.
At dinner, he’d make these littlements, always smiling like it was just jokes.
I started ying along. Wore the fancy clothes, learned which fork was which, smiled when I wanted to scream.
I became quiet and sweet–like a perfect little doll.
Jake was eating this shit up.
Thought I’d finally gotten with the program, you know? Like I was cool with this whole setup now.
What he didn’t know was that in my mind, this asshole wasn’t my husband anymore. That guy was dead to me.
But my kid<b>? </b>The baby I busted my ass to bring into this world? Fuck that. Nobody was taking him from me.
<b>13:18 </b>
<b>Hell </b>Yeah, Forget the Other Woman, <b>My </b>Smart House Was Cheating On Me!
<b>9.19</b><b>% </b>