My Ex Called Me Cheap Now I'm a Mogul's Wife novel Chapter 9

A loud smack rang through the car.

My hand connected with Sabrina’s face, sharp and fast. Her cheek lit up bright red almost instantly, swelling beneath the hit She sucked in a shaky breath, but still had the audacity to mutter, ‘Bradley, she’s not good enough for you…*%

1 let out a cold laugh–no humor in it and just pure disgust.

Then I hit her again. Harder this time.X

Sabrina’s head whipped sideways and slammed into the window with a dull thud. She cried out, clutching her face as tears. spilled down her cheeks, stringing one after another like broken beads.

She looked up at me, all pitiful and soaked in tears, like she expected me to feel sorry for her.

But I finally looked at her and saw the truth. She wasn’t the helpless girl I believed I had saved, nor the sweet, pitiful girl I felt sorry for

No, she was poison, a snake that had slipped into my life and stayed far too long.

“I let myself get played by you for years,” I sneered, “You wanted Leslie dead?”

The words felt bitter as they left my mouth.

But I leaned in anyway, my stare locked on hers.

“Sabrina, have you really forgotten who you are? You were a scholarship case. A charity project. A bitch I fed out of guilt. And now you think I should keep a mutt like you around? A mutt that bites the hand that feeds?”

I wasn’t shouting. My words were so sharp they could cut without raising my voice.

“You really thought playing my fiancée all these years meant you were gonna be my wife?”

Sabrina just sat there, stunned for a moment. Then she reached out to me, trying to cling to me.

“Bradley, please don’t say that! You told me you loved me…”

Disgusted with her, I pushed her away.

any

y of it.”

“That was a lie. I said it to get a reaction out of Leslie. And you still don’t get that? I never meant

Sabrina stared at me, stunned. Then she slowly sat upright in her seat, whispering to herself as if I weren’t listening.

“It’s fine. Bradley’s just angry. He still loves me. If I behave, he’ll come around. He’ll still marry me. That bitch is just a stand–in…”

I stared at her, feeling more repulsed by the second.

So, I asked, “What did you mean by ‘stand–in? Takk.“!

She turned toward me with a trembling smile.

“I only told Leslie she looked a little like me when she smiled,” Sabrina replied. “That’s it. I didn’t say anything else.”

I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling through my nose.

A bitter smirk tugged at my mouth 8

So this was the real Sabrina, the girl I’d sponsored for a decade.!!

The one I thought was fragile and kind.

She wasn’t just fake. She was dangerous,

I closed my eyes for a beat, but my mind was spinning.

The car accident from five years ago… I needed to uncover everything. Every detail. If she was involved, I wanted to expose her, and once I had the truth, I’d give it straight to Sean Mercer.

Let him see what kind of snake had been slithering around in the dark while we were all looking the other way.

It was the only move I had left to stay in this town.

At the very least, I wanted one more chance to see Leslie again, to lay everything out and give her the truth she should have had a long damn time ago.

Leslie’s POVE

That night, Sean was in his study, sitting behind his large oak desk, flipping through the investigation file our butler had just given him. The light from his desk lamp cast sharp angles across his face, but it couldn’t hide the fury simmering underneath.! Usually, he was all calm, controlled, measured, and composed.

But now?K

His hand actually trembled as he grasped the tablet. A second later, it slammed against the desk with a crack, and the screen.

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9.10 AM p p.

His hand actually trembled as he grasped the tablet. A second later, it slammed against the desk with a crack, and the screen

splintered on impact.E

“Turn it all in to the police,” my husband said, voice low but lethal. “No negotiations. No favors. I want the maximum sentence, and I want it fast.”

He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to.

The ice in his voice was enough to freeze blood.

By the time he walked back into our bedroom, the storm inside him hadn’t fully passed, but as soon as his eyes landed on me, something in him softened. I was curled up against the headboard, holding Leon, who had finally fallen asleep after the emotional rollercoaster of the day.

Sean’s expression changed. That sharp intensity softened into something warm and protective.

He climbed into bed beside us, wrapping his arms around me and our son. His chin rested gently on my head, and we stayed silent, enjoying quiet comfort.

My husband didn’t have to say a thing. I already knew how deeply he felt it all.”

Sean had always loved me that way. He wasn’t the type to make dramatic speeches or write love letters. His love was shown through actions and silence. B

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