He used my hard-earned cash to pamper his mistress and play with investments as I worked my fingers to the bone raising and selling chickens to make a living.
Now, all the guests at the party were gathered, staring at me—the woman who had suddenly appeared. Their eyes were filled with a curious, almost eerie gaze.
I gave a cold laugh.
Slowly, without haste, I reached into my bag and pulled out my marriage certificate with Jasper. "You ignored the law, living with another woman's husband, having children in his name. Tell me, who's really the one being shameless here?"
Bianca's face drained of color. She turned to Jasper with a pitiful look, playing the classic manipulative damsel act, baiting his instinct to protect her.
Meanwhile, Jasper lunged for the marriage certificate, but I flicked my wrist, leaving him grasping at air.
He glared at me, his voice low and furious.
"I told you not to make a scene. Don't you understand?" Jasper said authoritatively, as if I were just one of his employees, and he was the boss giving orders.
I laughed coldly, my gaze locked on him.
Had he forgotten?