Marrying My Ex’s Boss Read Online Jordan Silver

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He'd been the one to give me a raise, and even after I heard the whispers that he had been there that night and heard everything Justine had to say, I didn’t see him as the type to get involved. The fact that he’d given me the promotion after that night proves that he wasn’t interested in my personal life, just that I did a good job, which I always have.

So why was she working for him, and had she been telling him lies about me? Was he the one paying for all this? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Why would he get involved like this?

Even Melanie swears my ex is not her brother’s type. A divorcee with three young kids, yeah, good luck finding a man who would take all of that on. She’d be lucky if she could bag a cashier at the local grocery store.

I caught myself enjoying that thought and had a moment of conscience. The truth is, Justine hadn’t done anything wrong in our marriage. She was the perfect wife and mother, but she didn’t give me a son. That didn’t use to bother me so much because I love my girls, but after Melanie made the comment once that it was a pity I didn’t have a son to leave my wealth to in the future that, I kept thinking about it.

Before, I would’ve laughed off something as sexist as that, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to see it as some sort of weakness on my part, especially when Melanie made a point of saying it was the man’s sperm that decided on the gender of the kid.

Now, it seems so silly that I’d let a silly thing like that get under my skin. For some reason, now that I look back on things, there wasn’t anything wrong with my marriage; I guess I just grew bored and wanted something different, something better.

I never gave much thought to Justine moving on. I was too focused on my own future to dwell on hers, but I knew, again from Melanie, how hard it is for a single mother to find a decent partner, especially in this economy.

No man was going to take on that burden. I was fine knowing that Justine would spend at least the next five or ten years alone while the kids were still dependent on her. I’d even played around with the idea of going for primary custody. That way, I wouldn’t have to pay so much in child support, but now she’d turned the tables on me.

Now, I can only go to my old house to pick up the kids, but I couldn’t stay there any longer because there was an injunction against me for abandonment. To top that off, all future correspondence had to go through her lawyer, who didn’t seem willing to give an inch on anything.

She was acting like I was some kind of criminal that she couldn’t talk to without a lawyer present, and though she wasn’t keeping my kids from me, I got the feeling that she was going to fight me in court to have as limited visitation as possible.

If I knew for sure that the boss was the one backing her, I’d handle things differently, but I have no idea who her benefactor is, and she’s not talking. I was forced to get an app that was used only to communicate about the kids; if I tried asking anything else, she could use it against me in court and say I was harassing her.

I know because that’s what she threatened the one time I called and asked her to meet and talk. She claims that she’s done with me, but when I asked if she had a man, she refused to answer. I drove by her house every night this week, and there were no strange cars in the driveway, except the one that belonged to that new black lady she was friends with.

That’s another reason why we were incompatible: her choice of friends. She doesn’t seem to realize that with my position, we could only keep company with certain people. She was always going out of her way to help the homeless or any stray she found on the street.

Whatever, I don’t have time to think about that nonsense now, but I’ll be sure to bring it up to the judge that I don’t want any and everyone around my kids. Justine might think she’s won, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, ways to make her life miserable.

I could always stall the divorce since she wants to play hardball. Yeah, that’s right. I can go for reconciliation; what’s she going to do then? I know the courts like to see families staying together, so maybe they’d tell us to go to counseling first.

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