Steal My Man Not My MoneyChapter 1
I never made a scene about Lucas Dickerson's infidelity.
On our wedding night, when I walked in on that unbearable scene, my heart didn't break—it was sawed apart by a dull blade, the pain radiating in dense, rhythmic waves.
Yet I remained silent. I still brought him warm water to soak his feet. The next morning, I prepared breakfast as I always did.
From that day on, I applied to work at the Dickerson Group. Guilt made him agree.
Over the next three years, the women around him rotated like a revolving door. They understood the rules of survival for a rich man's mistress and never crossed the line.
Until now.
Lucas had actually brought a woman home.
Evelyn Gilbert, his childhood sweetheart, jabbed a finger in my face, her tone dripping with arrogance. "Daniela Bates, I told you—even if Lucas marries you, the only one in his heart is me. I *will* replace you and become Mrs. Dickerson!"
Displeasure coiled in my gut.
You can cheat on me. But you cannot touch my money.
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