Witch of Stolen Fortune
Every witch awakened a gift when she came of age.
Mine was simple. I could siphon my husband's fortune.
On Christmas Eve, my husband spent 20,000,000 on a ring and proposed to his mistress as if he were buying a headline.
The trending page exploded. Everyone waited to see how quickly I would be thrown out. The pathetic wife was finally swept out the door.
When I stayed quiet, Jasper Prescott's tone turned playful, almost indulgent. "She's just a kid. She wanted the whole 'moment.' Your place isn't going anywhere."
Then he added, as if assigning me a chore, "She's young. She can't handle things. Pay more attention to the engagement party's details."
As though he feared I might cause trouble, he slid a black card across the table with casual ease.
"Babe, you know what I value most," he said. "You being sensible."
I pinched the cold card between my fingers, smiled, and nodded. No one knew the rule hidden inside our marriage.
After we married, every time Jasper betrayed me, I took a piece of his fortune, stripping it from him one point at a time and adding it to my own.
Once Christmas was over, I would take whatever he had left.