She stole my wedding and home! I'm done! novel

Chapter 19 Severed Ties The finance director shut the door on his way out. So it was true, there was bad blood between Ethan and Grace. And now Grace was leaving. Word spread quickly through the factory. The embroiderers were stunned. Their leader, the one who had carried Pinnacle Designs to prominence, was walking away? In the office, Ethan's glare fixed on the bracelet around Grace's wrist, linen silk wrapped with jade inlay. One glance at the craftsmanship and color told him it was expensive. So she really had run into some rich old man's arms. Cheap woman!

But Grace only looked back at his fury with a curl of satisfaction. "Kindly have my final paycheck transferred to my account." "Your paycheck?" Ethan spat, rage twisting his words. "You've been working for me for free! Born to serve like a beast of burden. And now it seems you've found another master to serve, haven't you? Grace, you're nothing but..." Smack! The termination contract hit his face with the crack of a whip. It slid to the floor, the words on the title clear. Termination? So she was planning to join another company. Some rich old man had arranged it for her? That damn woman!

"Sign it." 1/3 "You'll owe me damages!" Ethan roared, his voice breaking with jealousy or fear. "You'll get them." She had her own savings, enough to cover the penalty, though it would leave her nearly empty. "I can't believe you'd sink this low," Ethan sneered. "Selling yourself for money? Clinging to an old man's lap just to..." Once, such venom might have broken her. Now it only hardened the hatred she felt, for him, and for herself for being blind for so long. She met his eyes coldly. "That's right. Better to serve an old man who actually understands me than keep serving you.

At least he'd know how to treat me. You, Ethan, you're nothing but selfish, a dog snarling over scraps. Nothing more." "You!" His hand shot up to strike her. But Grace caught his wrist mid-air. Her strength shocked him. For a moment he froze. And in that moment, she shoved him back hard, standing tall over him. "What right do you think you still have to shout at me? You think I ever truly loved you? Look at yourself, greedy, hollow, pathetic." W I'll go to the regulators. Let's see how She yanked the door open.

"Pay what you owe me, Pinnacle looks in the headlines for stiffing its own deputy GM." "You'd be that ruthless? Pinnacle was your creation too!" She's the ruthless one? Looks like Ethan really inherited his talent for blame-shifting from his mother. "Then pay me," she shot back, mimicking his own cold tone. After all, he was the one who once demanded she apologize while her brother lay dying, before transferring a dime. "You... you..." Ethan's whole body shook with fury. Grace smiled in his face, then walked out. 2/3 "Miss Miller..." "Miss Miller..." She gave the staff a polite smile.

"We'll meet again someday." But the moment she stepped into the elevator, her smile collapsed. More than sleep, more than food, what she wanted was rest. Just one night without thought. But she couldn't stop now. Not when Ethan was bleeding her life's work dry, lavishing it all on Ethan, parading around under the Pinnacle name she had built with her own hands. She couldn't stop, not until she stood directly against him. Stepping through the front doors, she lifted her gaze to the massive Pinnacle Designs sign. If she had built it, she could tear it down.

At the hospital, she stepped off the elevator only to hear raised voices. "You think your son's so great? Great men don't swap brides at the altar! He's a liar, a cheat, and he'll pay for it. Don't you dare hide behind some so-called debt of gratitude! My sister and I have slaved for you for years, and you treat us like a cow. You feast upstairs while sending us to eat in the basement like we're cursed. That's who your family is!" Ryan's voice, cold and sharp. "Were it not for my husband, you'd have nothing!" Margaret's shriek cut through the hall. "You ungrateful brats.

You dare to talk back after all we've done? You and your sister should've died with your mother, better that than live on to disgrace us all!" A rough tug on her shoulder made her spin. Margaret froze as she met Grace's eyes, eyes glinting like steel. "Grace." "What," Grace's voice was low and lethal, "did you just say?" 3/3 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.