From Fake Divorce to Real Fortune Novel – Chapter 8
A stunned silence fell over the rehearsal party.
Then Jack started raving.
“You thought you could just get rid of me, Emily? Declare me dead? I’m alive! This is my family, my inheritance!”
His voice cracked, a mixture of desperation and fury.
John was on his feet in an instant, his face flushed with anger, his recovery forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“You have no family here, Jack!” he roared, his voice surprisingly strong. “You have no inheritance! You abandoned us! You abandoned your wife and child!”
Margaret, usually so gentle, stood beside him, her eyes blazing.
“You are a disgrace! How dare you show your face here?”
Ben stepped in front of me, a protective shield. His calm, steady presence was an anchor in the sudden storm.
“Sir, I think you need to leave,” Ben said, his voice low but firm.
Jack’s wild eyes darted between us.
“Leave? This is my life you’re all carving up! She stole from me! She probably planned this all along!”
He lunged, not towards Ben, but towards me, his hands outstretched as if to grab me.
“You conniving bitch!”
Before he could reach me, Ben intercepted him with a swift move, grabbing his arms.
Two of Ben’s firefighter buddies, groomsmen, were instantly at his side, helping to restrain the struggling, cursing Jack.
“Call the police,” Ben said calmly to the stunned wedding planner.
The idyllic scene had shattered.
Jack, the ghost from my past, was very much alive and determined to destroy everything I had rebuilt.
His accusations hung in the air, ugly and false, but the venom in them was real.
My carefully constructed peace was in ruins.
Lmao! This is California? Why is she scared? I hope she saved screenshots of the crap he did. Also he filed for a divorce. He gets nothing