Stolen Husband, Fake Heiress: I Ruined Them Both
On the first day I take my daughter, Layla Gibson, to an elite kindergarten, I'm told that Layla hasn't been admitted to the kindergarten at all.
I call my husband, Maverick Gibson, on the spot.
After all, he's the one in charge of enrolling Layla in the kindergarten. How is it possible for her to not fit the criteria to be accepted into the kindergarten?
In an upset tone, Maverick tells me that the kindergarten has gotten it wrong.
"I'm sorry, darling. Our company's assets have yet to reach the minimum requirement that's needed for the kindergarten to accept Layla as a student.
"I was worried that you'd be saddened when you found out about this, so I didn't say anything about this. This is my fault for not working hard enough. Because of me, Layla lost to her peers in terms of education."
After ending the call, I call my dad, who's actually a board member of the kindergarten. At the same time, I have my lawyer draft a divorce agreement.
I'm interested to see which bastard child has taken Layla's spot, which has already been reserved by my dad a long time ago.