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I wasn’t mad that she hadn’t told me.

And I would be a hypocrite if I was.

Because she didn’t know how much money I had.

But I also wanted her to know that I wasn’t with her for her money.

Which was why we were headed to my lawyer’s office on our first day off.

Chapter 17

Birdie

Sitting there in a black leather chair, I looked down at the document the lawyer handed me and said, “Abel, what is this?”

He turned in the chair and looked at me, “I want this to be proof that I’m not with you for the money you inherited.”

Immediately, I was shaking my head, “I won’t do this. Abel. You’re my person. You’re my forever. I know you won’t ever cheat on me. I know you would never do anything that gives me a reason to leave you, and short of you cheating on me or hitting me, there’s nothing you can do to make that happen. I love you, Abel. I won’t make you sign a prenup, and I won’t sign one for you.”

The lawyer who I hadn’t learned the name of because I didn’t like him, not one bit, placed his hands on his desk, looked at me, as if I was trash, and said, “Listen, Birdie, Abel is quite rich, I don’t think you realize how much. I even argued with him over this.

I lifted a brow at his tone, and felt Abel tensing at my side, placing my hand on his thigh because he hadn’t missed the lawyer’s tone, I asked him, “How much does he have in his account?”

The lawyer didn’t want to answer which was obvious until Abel nodded, and then the lawyer sighed, then said, “Abel had three accounts, all of them totaling to three point five million.

I nodded, then pulled out my phone, placed a call, and then put it on speaker, “Mr. Anderson’s office, this is Hilda speaking.”

I locked my eyes with the piss ant of a lawyer and decided to have Mr. Anderson represent Abel too. This guy was a joke.

I smiled at Hilda’s voice, “Hey Hilda, it’s Birdie, how’s your granddaughter?”

She gasped, “Birdie? Oh, my goodness. It's been a few weeks since we last spoke. She’s doing great. Thank you again for what you did. I’ve never seen her so happy as when she’s dancing in her ballet shoes and twirling around in her tutu. You have no idea how much that meant to me.”

I smiled, and said, “It was my pleasure. Entirely.”

“So sweetheart, what can I do for you?” she asked.

I locked my gaze on the lawyer and said, “I need you to please tell this lawyer just who my lawyer is.”

“Lawyer? What’s going on?”

“This ass that represents Abel, is treating me like I’m trash. He’s wanting me to sign a prenup for Abel and Abel wants to sign one for me.”

The lawyer didn’t even bother to look sorry. Not in the least.

She snapped, “Is some asshole giving you a hard time?”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me.

Immediately she asked, “Where’s Abel?”

“Hey Hilda, thinking I need new representation.” At Abel’s words, the lawyer huffed.

Hilda didn’t even hesitate when she said, “You just tell my dearie to give you the office number and we will take care of you. Now to whoever you are giving my dearie a hard time. I work for Gregory Anderson of Anderson Law LLC.”

And then there were crickets.

I snickered.

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