Chapter 8

Madi barged into the room, her hands balled up and her eyes blood red. “Mom…”

“Do you know that Christine Prescott is getting married?” Mrs. King said this before she could finish. She raised her head from the computer screen and said, “Mrs. Prescott sent me an invitation for the wedding party in a week time.”

“Mom…” Madi tried again.

“A wedding in the middle of the week, and with an invitation for the one percent of the one percent? Now the President has uped their game; now doubt.” Mrs. King giggled.

“Mom!” Madi exaclaimed.

"What, my darling?

“I heard about the five million dollars”

"Oh, it was nothing. I couldn't watch him go with what belonged to you.”

“I thought we agreed we were done with Jacob”

“Agree? I didn’t agree with anything. Besides, we are done only when we are done.”

“No. You are wrong. It is finished; we are done; divorced for fuck sake; what on earth do you still want from him?”

“Come on, stop sounding like a fool. That money is yours, and that mon