Winning The Jackpot Without You
Language: en
On our wedding night, Gavin Harrington didn’t uphold his promise to inject capital into the Hale family business to keep it afloat. Instead, he had a crate of scratch-off lottery tickets delivered. He unbuttoned his custom-made dress shirt, his eyes carrying an air of bored mockery. “Two million dollars’ worth of instant winners, Rory. Cash in whatever you get. Learn to be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get a real treat.” I knew he was punishing me. Punishing me for disrupting his meeting yesterday and, more specifically, for dumping a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon all over his…