My Ex Wants Me Back With Blood Money
In the third month of working the night shift at a convenience store, a woman with flawless makeup comes looking for me.
Brenda Marsh, Adriana Hampton's secretary, eyes my grease-stained uniform with disdain and hands me a black card.
"Mr. Graham, Ms. Hampton says the PIN is your birthday. Use it to buy some decent clothes. She's embarrassed to see you dressed like this."
Over the years, plenty of wealthy women have tried to make a kept man out of me, the fallen heir.
But there's only one person who throws money around like this, with that patronizing, holier-than-thou attitude.
I let out a cold laugh and flick the card into the trash can right in front of Brenda.
"Go back and tell Adr