My Billionaire Husband Dumped Me for His Young Mistress—Then He Discovered I Owned the House, Funded His Empire, and Held Every Key
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Chapter 9
Rebecca stepped back inside from the balcony, her expression maintaining its serene, untouchable dignity. She walked over to the console table and picked up her leather handbag with practiced grace.
"Make sure you leave the spare garage keys on the kitchen counter on your way out, Richard," Rebecca instructed gently, pausing by the door. "The new tenants arrive at two o'clock sharp."
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Richard looked up slowly, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a desperate, pathetic pleading. "Where am I supposed to go, Rebecca? You froze all my corporate accounts."
"That sounds like a wonderful opportunity for you to experience what hard work feels like," Rebecca replied without a shred of sympathy in her voice. "Have a wonderful afternoon."
