Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money

She was his wife, bound by a marriage of convenience, then shattered by a betrayal. Now, as the divorce papers lie between them, Cynthia Yates isn't asking for solace—she's asking for everything. But Joshua Neal, blinded by a returning past love, underestimates the woman he’s wronged. When a calculated scheme threatens to destroy her, Cynthia must reclaim her power, reveal hidden truths, and prove that a scorned wife can be the most dangerous force of all.

Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money

She was his wife, bound by a marriage of convenience, then shattered by a betrayal. Now, as the divorce papers lie between them, Cynthia Yates isn't asking for solace—she's asking for everything. But Joshua Neal, blinded by a returning past love, underestimates the woman he’s wronged. When a calculated scheme threatens to destroy her, Cynthia must reclaim her power, reveal hidden truths, and prove that a scorned wife can be the most dangerous force of all.

The opulent living room of Sovereign Heights of Jiverton was bathed in the cool glow of night. Joshua Neal, impeccably suited, sat opposite Cynthia Yates, a divorce agreement starkly laid between them.

His voice, cold and firm, cut through the silence. "We'll get a divorce on Monday. Besides the compensation in the divorce agreement, you can ask for anything else you need."

Cynthia's voice was equally cold. "Why so sudden?"

"Jayleen is back." His simple reply was a knife twist she'd anticipated for months.

After a brief pause, a silent agreement passed between them. "Okay," she said, the word barely a whisper.

Joshua, seemingly surprised by her ready compliance, watched as Cynthia picked up the document. Her eyes scanned the densely packed legal jargon, her mind tracing the path of their two-year marriage—a union born of mutual heartbreak, nurtured by his surprising kindness, and ultimately shattered by a phone call that brought a ghost from his past back to life.

A memory surfaced, the moment she realized she was merely a stand-in for his true love. A tight knot formed in her stomach, but her expression remained impassive. "You said I can determine the compensation myself, right?" she asked, her voice steady.

"Yes," Joshua answered, his gaze softening slightly with a hint of guilt. "Any kind of compensation is fine?"

"Mmm." He nodded, ready to concede almost anything.

"Alright, I want the most expensive supercar in your garage."

"Done."

"A villa in the suburbs."

"Okay."

"The money you earned during our two years of marriage has to be split equally between us." Her words dropped into the quiet room, echoing the unspoken tension between them.