Chapter 82

A hundred million bucks? Sure, I could play the dutiful rich wife or his decorative little trophy. Hell, I’d even pretend to be Grace’s nurse during her postpartum recovery if that’s what he wanted. Yeah, I’m that spineless. As long as me and Ronald got nothing going on emotionally, I could deal. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it a hundred times. Just business, right? Treat him like a boss—annoying? Sure. But with that kind of paycheck, even a dumbass boss can be tolerated. But if he thinks he can sleep with me? That’s a hard no. Now I have a pretty good idea why he suddenly pulled this stunt. Probably feeling lonely, or Grace pissed him off. Seen this play before—more than once in my last life. He’d fight with her, then come running to me, all rough and desperate like I was some kind of emotional punching bag. He didn’t care if I could walk the next day. This time? Same old pattern. Grace hasn’t fallen for him yet, and he needs another outlet. That thought hit me like cold wate