Coming back home to the wife

Bobby's POV

“I heard you say you moved on, is that so Jacqueline? Moved on to where exactly? So you preferred living as a hooker then, going from man to man, waiting for the richest amongst them to come along, and pick you up while bargaining at the highest price?”

I chuckled mockingly before continuing, “Or the one that would abuse and assault you after he is done making use of you? Or you preferred a life where you had to be up, and outside at the bar every night so you could afford to keep paying your rent?” I asked, not caring if I was already hurting her feelings.

“Your focus should be on his money and not who the fuck he chooses as a wife you fool, who cares if his nephew put you up to it.”

“You of all people should know how much money resides in that family for fucks sake jacq, you stayed with them for at least a few years. They have got money that could last generations even if they decide to no longer work. I’m so disappointed in you” I finished, angry at the thought of her