Page 22 of His Vengeful Tradwife

"I'm tired of your little games, Tallulah," he growled. "Admit how you really feel."

"Fine," I said, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, my hands slick with sweat as I gripped the counter behind me. "How I really feel is that Ifucking hate you, Maverick."

He frowned darkly, his brows drawn together, and I could feel the hard outline of his thick cock pressed against my stomach.

"You're a goddamn liar, Tallulah."

He leaned closer and I gritted my teeth. With all my strength, I grabbed the frying pan from the drying rack and swung it at his head. Maverick was forced to let me go to block it.

"I swear to God--" he began, but I had already darted out from under his arms.

"Don't fuck with me," I warned. "I'm not your nice sweet little wife anymore. You screwed that up the moment you decided to fuck around."

A well-placed call to the legal firm's secretary gave me the exact time Maverick and Amanda were going to be out playing golf with their boss, Roberto Perez, and it was time to put the next part of my plan into action.

Mr. Perez was a powerful man in his late 60s, and he was planning to announce new legal partners after his current partner retired. I knew Maverick and Amanda were hoping to be made partners. Maverick had been working hard for years toward this goal, and he was the most successful lawyer with the most wins at the Perez & Jorgensen law firm.

But not on my fucking watch was anything nice going to happen for Maverick Laurent.

Accordingly, Austin and I made our way to the course and began playing through the holes. Mr. Perez was a veryold-fashioned man who prized time with his family above everything, and insisted that his employees not work overtime.

I was wearing a vintage forest-green dress, with old-fashioned puffed sleeves and a modest, swingy skirt. My hair was done up neatly and Austin looked respectable in a soft white polo shirt and golf pants.

Up ahead, I saw Maverick’s broad shoulders, Mr. Perez’ shorter stature and snowy white hair, and Amanda’s ill-fitting dress as she threw her head back to laugh hysterically at one of their boss’ jokes.

Time to tighten the screws.

As I knew he would, Mr. Perez looked back at the couple playing a hole behind him.

"Ah, Tallulah!" he called back to me. “Maverick, I didn't know she was here today! Of course your delightful wife will have to join us. Come play with us, Tallulah! Who is your friend? He can come play too."

I saw the exact moment Maverick's big shoulders tightened as he turned his head slowly to glare at me.

Amanda just stared, her mouth sagging open most unattractively.

I walked up to the threesome, not rushing at all, knowing the lush fabric of my dress clung to my ample hips and the curves of my breasts.

"You look radiant, my dear!" Mr. Perez said. "And who is this? Your golf instructor?"

"No," I said. "This is my boyfriend Austin."

Mr. Perez looked confused, and he turned to Maverick, who was staring at me with dark eyes glittering with rage.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Oh," I said in a calm, even voice, "Maverick recently told me he wants a divorce."

Mr. Perez' jaw dropped.

"A divorce? For what reason?"

He turned and glared at a stunned Maverick.

"W-well," Maverick started, and I watched with hard eyes as my confident silver-tongued lawyer husband stood there struggling to speak.

That’s right, asshole, tell him all about how you’re fucking your coworker right under his nose.

"What would cause you to abandon your lovely wife and children like this?" Mr. Perez continued.

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