My husband slapped me across the face with a million in counterfeit bills; I made him and his mistress beg for mercy
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At the family banquet, my husband peeled off hundred-dollar bills one by one and flung them in my face. "Take the money and get out. Don't soil this dinner."
My mind went blank. I stared at him, unable to believe it.
Five years married to Julian Farley. Five years of quiet, endless work behind the scenes, all so I could reach this day, the day the Farleys were finally set to rejoin the four great families of New York.
And this was what it bought me. His eyes across the table, full of disgust.
