My Bankruptcy Was His Cruel Joke

The night Alistair Sterling faced his career-ending crisis, he gave me two choices.

First, stay and suffer through the storm with him. If he rose again, he promised to make me his wife.

Second, take fifty thousand dollars and walk away. Our arrangement as benefactor and mistress would be over.

I didn't hesitate. I packed my bags and chose the money.

Before I left, I stuffed my suitcase with every piece of designer jewelry he had ever given me.

As I walked through the living room, I saw Alis